Roaming Time

Time stands still,
And yet it is,
Not of my will,
To be the person they see,
To be anyone other than me.

Roaming the halls,
Building up walls,
Into my heart,
Because im afraid to be torn apart.

Time quickens it's pace,
Its helping me avoid, 
The things i must face.

Roaming the night,
Searching for light,
To guide the path,
And lead me home,

Somewhere i belong.