People can see it very quick
Whether I\'m in the mood for it
In the eye of my storm
I see how I need you all
Outside of this, it\'s as if
I need none of you to exist
In the tears of my anger
Through the hole in my gut
Stillness finds a home
Where no thoughts do roam
Darkness becomes a friend
None other do I depend
Not even a paper and pen
In a stride to forget everything
Yet a deep yearning pulls me back in
Asking if I\'m done doing it all again
Happiness is my choice, one I can struggle to make
In a life of just a dream, when it can all become so fake
This mind is not mine to control
Through the looking glass of a soul
The weather does what it always will
Moved by the pressure of this world