everything I have has been used up
every well is dry and bare
apart from the ones in my eyes
and they don't fuel anything
or calm any storm
that brews at my heart
all they do is react to every little thing
and make me look weak
and vying for attention.
I can't explain to anyone
because nobody wants to listen
to words that won't come out
and I can't make them come out
and I settle for something less than
until I can't go any lower.
why I seem so strange to others
and so content
I don't understand
or why I feel obligated to laugh
and make arrangements that they won't keep
I don't care to understand.
but if I can one day feel content
I only hope it comes soon.
