I'm desperately searching an outlet
But you act
and you write 
and you paint
and sometimes, when no one hears it, you even sing 

I have enough outlets, but i can't let myself out
I don't come out 
Maybe that's the thing
Maybe that's where the problem lies 
But I still search

I try to craft my feelings away
And then, on better days I feel so confident
I am my own outlet 
My own porthole 

But what about these other days? 
I don't have time
Again, I should long be asleep 
I feel like school's eating me 

And I just add the salt and pepper