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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
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