Here I go again

How come I feel lost when I´m free
The same regrets are coming back and
I´m so afraid of what might come out of this
what is really me and is there such thing as me
there is no answer and I stopped asking myself
but my inside keep showing up uninvited.

Iron fist

I have an iron fist.
Grasping and holding on,
covering and drowning.

There is no place to be.