I can grin and bare;
Hide my empty stare...

Trapped in my solitary shell
A prison I call home...

Life's pleasures taunt me
There is no escape...

I focus on the noise
My thoughts devoid...

Some days you feel it;
Others, you pretend not to...

Driving in my car
Music blaring, head banging...

Coca-cola, made of man
drink it fast, buy it now...

There isn't enough hot water
To ease my restless mind...

I lie awake to the memories of my disgrace
Imperfections thrown back in my face...

Seed in the soil
hopeful and youthful...

Such a beautiful night
The still quiet void...

What is it like?
To be the rain cloud...