Hear that?
(I am screaming inside)
No, of course not.
You see my smile and hear my laughter;
I have mastered the art of disguise.
Hear that?
(My stomach is rumbling)
There is a great vacuity within
That the contents of my refrigerator
Cannot even remotely satisfy.
Hear that?
(My scuffling feet)
I fight a constant battle
To keep moving forward--
I feel the need to just stand still.
Hear that?
(I clap my hands)
In an attempt to mask the silence,
In an attempt to change your focus
From the sadness in my eyes.
Hear that?
(A teardrop falls on the keyboard)
It's me publishing songs of desperation
To a non-existent audience...
I am alone in this.
Hear that.
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