How can you "soul search" an empty shell
Or portray "happy" while your living in hell
They tell me "reach out" someone will care
My arms remain open, but no one is there
I want to "go home" yearnings still return
While this "learning to live" I can't relearn
And so "lock me up and throw away the key"
Did it really even matter when I'm still "me"
Well, the more I slip, then the more I fall
I"ve come to realize, I never knew me at all
©S. Austin Vincoski
