What It’s Like


When I laugh, I cry,
Always holding the pain inside.
I'm like a screaming child.

My tears are wet, but they always dry,
Always finding some place to hide.
I'm a number that can't be dialed.

My wings are broken, but I want to fly.
Instead, I'm paying for my next ride
Somehow, always feeling exiled.

I want to live, and I want to die,
It's like no one is on my side.
I'm waiting to be reconciled.

Trying to breathe, but only a sigh,
I may have failed, but at least I tried.
Faking it and forcing it, I smiled.

The question is always why,
Whenever answering, I've only lied
The truth only reviled.

I slowly turn toward the sky,
It all so open and wide
Begging for a reply, instead my words only filed.

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