sitting in my room

just wasting time

i've spent my whole life asking

questions

and when the answers come

they hurt or wound

i don't know what it takes to bind it

i don't know what it takes to find it

is there such a thing as piece of mind?

on the telephone

i hear your voice

and i wonder what's behind it

and in your eyes

the blankest beauty

i wonder what there is inside it

i don't know what it takes

to find you

i'll give pieces of my mind

i'm always mixed up every time

pathetic ramblings, this i know

welcome to this bitter show

this poetry is not romantic

and anger is not a tonic

painting on a smile

so you'll never know

just how deeply your words

hurt me

and boys don't cry

this i know

i've been socialized to

hide it