I wish I could look on this site
and see a poem for me...

People say that is what matters
But to them it is not true...

I hide inside myself
My feelings on the shelf...

Sitting on the bus today
Hearing their voices in my head...

I love you, These words are the truth
Though you do not know...

I do not know if you will read
But all I want to say...

I walk along an empty street
Listening to the sound of my feet...

Behind your eyes, locked underneath the smiles
Is something I cannot quite see, hear or feel...

I sit upon your bitter soles
My heart upon my skin...

You tell me that its easy, That I can stop so...
But surely you know this is not true...

Take the train from waterloo station
Right back home to my friends...

Overpower me, hold me down to the broken tiles
Suffocate my attempts at these faked smiles...