Smiles, laughter, funny comments
Hand dragged thru my hair,
More laughter, nothing but bullshit
An act, a facade, flashing eyes
Nothing but a piece of fiction
Correcting wrong ideas or assumptions
Drinking more and more
Hoping to fill the hollowness
Trying to deaden the nothingness
Did my thing
Danced my dance
Wonder why I even bothered
Will I do it again?
Stubbornness compels me so
Even if to prove something to me
Yet in my own stubbornness
I create my own feeling of isolation
Perhaps it is something I must do
The price extracted high
The empty aloneness I must endure
The private feelings of worthlessness
Prove to others
I am not this person
Some people would have you think I am
Maybe, somewhere along
My efforts in reminding people
I'll remember it myself
