This empty feeling deep inside
Wells up from the great divide
Between the two parts of self
That are torn apart by the wealth
Of an overwhelming unstoppable pressure
To be something that will make me "richer."
Rejection, bitterness, and anger are what I feel
When others tell me not to be real.
I scream and shout
Do my best to let everything out
But they don't hear; don't listen
You know what good. They don't know what their missin'.
