Why is my heart heavy
And why do my bones sag
Why are my eyes sunken
And my spirit sad
I dream of things that cannot be
Not now, then, or ever
And still my soul sings bittersweet
A life of being tethered
I have to put a mask on
Just to make it though the day
Then I let it harden
Underneath it I decay
They call me moody, grouchy,
And the worst one, mean.
But at least when I cry at night
Nobody has to see.
I am my own bully
I call myself names
So who am I to blame for
My inner pit of flames
It scorches my heart
And melts my tender organs
Like sand I harden in the heat
My features are like glass
I seem like stone
From on the outside
But if you were to heave
a rock into my side
You would watch me shatter
Like the fragile glass I am.
