Empty

I closed my eyes to take a look inside myself,

Only to see the trap tears I would use to cry out for help.

Leaving my body to act out in stealth,

Wondering why I couldn’t be born into wealth.

I mean maybe there’s still a chance my love can be bought,

Or a better understanding of me can be taught.

Changing my own perspective of myself from my thoughts,

And then just maybe I can be made out for sought.

Surrounded by others at times but still I feel alone,

Feeling like I’m only excepted if somebody thinks I’m worth being owned.

Every now and then someone might call my phone,

But still to world I’m unknown.

So out comes another thought of mine,

But maybe I’m wasting time to shine.

My internal light is becoming dull unfortunate of mine,

Well I or me, and still I add to the list online.

Many moments past when I’m feeling forgotten,

And inside this race I feel like stopping.

My pride is shot but never rotten,

So I stand strong so I’m not weak like cotton.

So I look inside myself again,

Hoping that one day when I’m out I don’t have to pretend.

Until then I hold my pride close as if it was my friend,

Maybe my emptiness will fill up before the end.