The answers we seek,
are the answers we hide.
We bury them beneath our brains.
We pile high above them with concepts and ideals.
What question do you mean to ask?
What answer do you hope to find?
How can you hide behind that cheap high?
How can you cover up those scars,
with only a phony smile?
This is the question I most want to ask.
This is the answer I seek not halfheartedly,
but with every breath and every second.
How can you not see this pain?
I don't even try to hide it anymore.
Not when I know a soul can't reveal itself to anybody.
Not when I know nobody wants my soul to reveal itself.

I keep my disappointment in a jar beneath my tongue
and I let it roll around there sometimes
just to see what it tastes like.

Sometimes when I am feeling alone
I take it out,
check its color,
its veneer--
--bright blue lapis.

Today it slides easily
from one side to another
and a coolness seeps out--
cucumber and mint.
It isn't what I expect of disappointment really.
I had thought a bitter flavor,
or spicy,
so I could feel my anger.

Today as it slips and rolls
in its coolness
I wonder if anger will come
or will its coolness soothe~