Anonymity
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When words come out of my mouth,
they fall flat.
Nobody listens.
When I pick up a pencil
Or tap on some keys
I have a voice that
Swoops and dives
Stops and starts
A mask
Through which our silent judging eyes
Peer though the haze and hatred all the time
On blank screens. Reflect the beast inside
He's huffin' and puffin' his musky breath
The condition of being anonymous
I keep to myself, and hide in the shadows
The depression is continuous
It's trying my soul, it's hard to swallow
Confused emotions, it's all a blur
As I lie awake and contemplate
All of the things I've come to hate
I realize that I've grown tired
Of being bogged down and becoming mired
In all of the conflict and all of the anger
