I try to cry when I'm alone
But usually, it doesn't come
I could try and pick up the phone
But where would my message come from?

I can't believe I'm so elated
I can't believe I love my life
When all of my poems are twisted messes
And all of my feelings are full of strife

I can only cry when I'm with you
Or anyone who cares to listen
I'm numb to my own miseries
But when I share them, my heart glistens

It reflects the light that you give off
And it's not used to being lit
You hear my words and pull my heart
From the dark self-inflicted pit

I might have too much pride
That might be why my tears like you
What's there to be ashamed of when I'm alone?
When it's just me, there's nothing new.

I want to be open, I want to share
I want you to sit and watch my cry
I know it's stupid, and it's a dare
Because afterwords, you might fly.

Venture back into my pit,
Carefully deposit my heart.
Your wings of belonging help you escape
And now you're gone to play your part.

I look so happy, I feel so happy,
I can't believe it's circumstantial
I want to feel that way inside
Flickering flame of a candle

I'm a man made of infinite newspaper
And people all just have the spark
Their presence lights my short-lived feelings
And masks my emotions and my heart

However, beneath all of this paper
There's a candle with a wick
It's ever burning and unwavering
But nobody knows what it is!

Not even me? What will it take
To really go and light my fire?
Listen to me cry, it's part of the process
To help me find out what I desire