Fighting

The fondest memory-
like an old childhood game.
I feel content with the thought,
a face with no name.

A whisper of nostalgia,
a tinge of regret.
For things reminisced;
and others that haven't happened yet.
 
Pulling me in both angles,
weighing me down.
Gravity is so unforgiving-
my feet are stuck on the ground.

But who am I really?
In a sea of faces I'm just one.
Shrouded in these clouds,
always searching for the sun.

Some days it feels so useless,
there's no emotion stuck inbetween.
Depression is a monster,
Addiction is a feign.