Scattered are my thoughts
desperately searching for a hold
in this breaking reality
of life so cold

I am me and I will be
so why question things i cannot see?
Anger and pain are all I feel,
yet my face does not show it...
is this even real?

Even from myself I hide,
never shall I confide.

Forever in my heart these dry tears will linger,
for I am simply,
a hopeless thinker.