My thoughts are louder than the
    headphones in my ears, while I'm
Staring down the cliff face and
    yelling "echo" through the fears.
But they're bouncing back and
    beating against my face, which
Isn't my own, just a mask I've made
    of paper and string and lace.
It's stuck there, covering my lips,
    making me lie, changing the blips that
My radar is catching every day, while
    sanity is beginning to sway
Against the endless tones
    that aren't loud enough to drown
Out these dismal mental moans
    screaming past my headphones.