I see their faces on the television
Blank staring eyes, heavy with disillusionment...

Trying to satisfy the ghosts of our pasts
the wandering, misty, shapes that float and...

I’m not here to make you happy
i’m not here to make you cry...

She looked at me, and i looked away
her eyes asked too much of someone like me...

I wonder if anyone’s listening,
if anyone other than me will ever read these...

It’s an illusion of grandeur
this glass house that I build...

He was a beggar I guess,
with clothes tattered and torn...

Sometimes i wanna ask
if she’s ever thought about it...

I wanted to ask her if she loved him, or if she...
but her eyes just dared me to ask such a...

I hear their cheers, loud, pressing,
a constant drone in my head...

Emboldened.
Emboldened by praises imagined...

Words swell up inside me
chaos in my brain...