I would tell you how I feel
But my words would hardly be
The first or the billionth
       Cry of pain or tired sigh -
The room is not quiet, the world is not silent.

I would tell you what I think
But my opinion wouldn't be
The first or the millionth
      Vicious agrumentation or complaint -
My voice isn't the only, its sound isn't the loudest.

I would say something...
But you know how much I hate repeating something someone else has already said...
Am I desperate, brokenhearted, hurt, angry, betrayed?
Or am I
(

                 )?
I guess you'll never know.