I'd reach out
But this bottomless feeling
I have in my gut
Makes me shut you out
It's not that I don't want you
Your attention
Your companionship
Your affection
It's just I have this trap door
Deep down inside
It sucks me in
And there I have to hide
I scratch at the walls
I shed my tears
All the while
My body goes on
Showing no fears
Smiling
Telling everyone how good the day is
When it's just an automated response
Like talking to a conversation bot
Just saying what it's supposed to say
Which really isn't a lot
But it's a fair exchange
For questions relegated to pleasantries
Real answers are not required
Polite convention is not to be denied
If you do give honest answers
People feel violated and TMI'ed
The body presses on
All nods and smiles
The soul is carried
Bound and tortured
By the frakked existence
In which it is ferried
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