Emptiness is inside,
blankness is outside.
My heart is in my head,
my head is in my heart.
Words are silent,
Emotions take charge.
My anger portrayed,
my other feelings hidden away.
Nothing is right,
Yet nothing is wrong.
Am I ever so happy
or ever so sad.
Is this world real,
or is it a fake?
This can not be happening,
it must be a mistake.
