Teeny voices,
whisper ear to ear...

It can hurt inside,
with the feeling so cold...

Little feather glide across my skin,
fingers trace along visible ribs...

Low self esteem,
from the people that called me names...

Looking out a dust smeared window,
the outside world runs...

I get to my goal,
and life gets better...

Its hard to concentrate,
when my mind is set on you...

Running past the demons of frustration,
floating above unneeded tears...

I know your so far,
on your journey...

Nick.
Loving and fun...

Following the clouds,
guiding a way...

Some people say it's just noise,
screams and strangely pitched instruments...