i. Emptiness,
   Feeling the mess inside,
   Causes me to hide.
   Curling up, becoming smaller,
   Unnoticeable and unseen,
   Protecting some childish dream.
   Ice cold and burning hot,
   No existing name for this twisting pain…


ii. The barley still sways in the wind,
    The rain still falls down.
    The tide still turns,
    But I keep falling all around.