So many feelings rushing inside,
I’ve got no where to run
And no where to hide.
I’m jealous,
I’m lonely,
I’m sad,
I’m scared.
The confusion which ensues,
Is too much to choose,
How I am supposed to be feeling.
I sit back against the wall,
The music fills my ears.
It surrounds me,
It fills me,
It furthers
My depression.
A sad decrescendo to only a whisper,
A solo cadenza, rising and falling,
To the pinnacle note,
Held out,
Until there is only silence.
Never void of feelings,
We can never be silent,
On the inside.
