My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music