The zombie

I have been living my life like a zombie
Hiding inside myself
Hiding from yourself is the hardest part
I’ve become so good at it
I can’t even see it anymore
I sometimes forget I used to

I wish people could see me still
Read into the parts I hid
But people can’t read minds, especially those that have been meticulously erased

I wish I could still see it from time to time, but I lost track
I run around the building but I can’t find the door, I hid it so well
The windows are closed and the shutters are on
If I try breaking a wall to enter I will only find rubble
I have to enter through a mouse’s hole and unravel it slowly
Removing a brick and then another until I make a door for myself

It is a dark place and I am still crawling
But one day I will find the switch and turn the light on
And when the sun will rise I will open the windows and let it all out
For everyone to see