Running, Escaping, Hiding

Can I escape, can I run, can I flee, can I hide?
Can I stop this constant aching I feel on the inside?
Will it help, if I spill my guts, open-up and confide?
But I feel it's too big, the distance too vast, too wide

Each noise, each bang, each tune, each sound and sense of glee
Sends my insides crazy, creates a knot and causes me to see
That I cannot go, I cannot run and there's nowhere I can be
I can never be alone, I can never be Niamh, it's all stopping me

No look, no sound, no voice, no laughter or talking required
There shouldn't be so much an expectation or mood desired
I cannot cope for the fuss and commotion makes me so wired
And feeling so strung-out tells me I'm just about expired

What can I do to leave it and get away from it all?
The level has changed, causing a different form of fall
No matter how much they leave me, my nerves are still a ball
Because I'm still not alone and have to answer that call

Blocking it out and switching it off for silence to remain
Is harder than it sounds, without feeling the pressure and strain
A minor unsolvable problem, causing such unexpected pain
As the screaming inside continues to banish any fibre that once felt sane

Is it too much when it's so little or maybe less?
In my head it's causing an unimaginable mess
So unfair but liberties bring me unwelcomed stress
And therefore it'll stay as it is and I'll never openly confess

Avoiding the eyes as much as a person possibly can
It means there's no facing who I really am
Forever I'll stay for not seeing where it all began
And the strength was never felt, so in the end, I never ran

Hiding, running and escaping every little thing
The worst is the loudness of an internal non-existing ring
It will remain to make me feel awful and continue to sting
I can only conclude how much I long for the return of my missing wing...