Is this all right?
This lack of understanding.
This yearning to know,
And the inability to discover.
Is this all right?
This wishing I was free,
Free from what?
Does not the prison door stand open?
Is this all right?
This anger that I hold,
So close, and oh so fiery,
It hurts if water comes too near.
Is this all right?
This pounding frustration,
It shakes the ground,
And leaves me blank and numb.
Is this all right?
This silence that I give you.
Though there's love in your eyes,
I cower in fear.
This is wrong.
This aching to yell and scream.
This is wrong.
This refusal to bow the knee.
This is wrong.
This burning, red-hot rage.
This is wrong.
This self-wrought, iron cage.
These are the empty days
When thoughts run wild and unwritten.
These are the empty days
When dark mem'ries won't stay hidden.
