• Hollow laughter
    Fuels my desperation
    I speak my empty words
    To a willing audience
    Their happiness is all that I have

    No one knows my depth
    Only my shallow exterior
    My only true friend is my pen-
    A willing messenger of my soul
    My scribbles are all that I am

    I yearn to be discovered
    Someone to find the real me
    My beautiful mind hidden
    By mindless dribble from my mouth
    The dribble is all that I loathe

    Will you save me?
    From this empty way of living
    It is taking over too much of me
    I beg for your helping hand
    So I can show you what has been hiding

    You are all that I need.