Why do I feel this way,
I don't understand myself,
a stranger lives in my head.
Loving looks from people who care,
feel like knives piercing my soul,
castigating my very being.
I am naked, yet covered head to toe.
Smothered with chagrin thoughts,
in a world full of people, I am lonely,
their heart, their soul deeply I know,
but when ask for advice, I haven't a word.
A tempest has grown in my heart,
there is no reason for personal chastise,
but I am trapped in my despondency.
