Can you
hear it? The empty sound coming from inside me? Can you hear the terror? The
small creature filled with fear, scrabbling at the walls for a way out! There
is none. Its trapped. Stuck. Fucked. Didn't do enough in life. Made the wrong
choices. Picked a wrong path.
Not good enough. Not good enough.
The words won't
even work right. Stumbling over each one. Why do I keep yammering over nothing? One liners just to fill a little void in me. I sound like a stranger to others and I'm left in the shadow
of my own words feeling a fool. Feeling alone.
But I work
so damn hard! I, this small creature feel like I work so hard. Never enough.
Not enough fuel for the fire.
You'll starve!
I let it
all sink in, like a sponge. All I want is for the world to be happy, so that
perhaps then, I can be happy.
Perhaps then ....