The endless parade
of emotional shades
pulled down on my face
is starting to fade.
Their feelings are real, why pretend they\'re not?
I\'ve been emptied out
and jetted out
so how didn\'t they know
I was already out.
If feelings are real, why are mine not?
I am an empty vessel
of misery and deso-
late worrisome troubles
that can\'t be resolved.
Who knows what\'s real? I am not.