each word falls heavy today
reluctant to fly
they hide between each breath
unwilling to participate
so a stick and carrot
that tried and tested method
squeezes them into a corner

do not believe your own publicity
write down your words
and then walk away

You told me to talk
About the things in my head
Or else I might explode
Into millions of pieces
But there's just one problem
When I try to talk
About the things in my head
No one is there to listen

bad days don't last

but good days
don't either