Here I hide in my curtain of words. "I'm fine - and you? What have you heard?" While all the while I'm dying inside - I'm invisible - hadn't you heard?
I go through the motions Day in and day out - They haven't a notion I'm not in - I'm out! If they looked in my eyes They'd see my disguise Is tentative at most.
I'm merely a ghost Of my potential self.
I've put my emotions On the very top shelf Of the closet In the back of my mind. |