Just another day
where I'll tape up my heart
glue on my smile,
and play another round of make-believe.
Put on my clothes wondering
"Will this make me look happy?"
I'll put up my walls,
and place that sheild over my heart.
Walk through a crowded hall
everyday of my life
and still feel completely and utterly alone.
Happy faces all around me.
   Careless. Unknowing.
My radio is turned to AM
While the rest of the world is on FM.
Sometimes I wish
that I could turn that knob
to get sucked back into the world
where I don't belong.
to become a clone, a fake plastic decoy
like the rest of them.
But I'm tainted.
A mis-shapen puzzle piece.
That scratched cd
    of voices,
    of words, songs, memories.
never stops skipping.
Emotions muffled,
   blank. fake.
   numb.
They don't reach,
like the thoughts I can't speak,
the thoughts I used to speak.
When everything was right.
     when I used to be able to feel.
I don't feel anything anymore.