| Words fly in my head, but my mouth makes no sound. I nod and smile and pretend to be part of their world. I'm a little girl playing house, An outsider pretending to enjoy and understand the inside conversation. I laugh at the jokes, but don't get the punchline. I'm good at it. They just keep talking. Words pouring from their mouths like vomit. Regurgitating conversations from an hour ago, a day ago, ...last week. Same old stories, same fake enthusiasm A broken record that repeats itself everyday Broken smiles Broken faces Broken souls Sometimes I think I'll drown in their sorrows, While they worry about what they'll wear to my funeral. |
| Broken Spirit |