I’m burning inside
With restless feelings.
For I’m truthful to my soul
But to the world, I lie
For they created the hole
That doesn’t let me fly.
Because to them
My dreams are fruitless
My wishes, a whim
My hopes, limitless.
My aspirations, tiring
My jealousy, consuming
My inspirations, firing
My anger, misunderstanding.
My happiness, uncontrolled
My fantasies, humorous
My hatred, cold
My mistakes, numerous.
My regrets, lame
My sacrifices, insufficient
My likings, tame
My ideas, deficient.
But to me, it’s my home
In my soul, in my mind
Here I dwell all alone.
So that no one can find.