• Like an empty shell of a glass figure, dancing for a smile.

    Sit and listen to the sound of rain for awhile.

    Going onward with no direction.

    Spread the gray, like an infection.

    I see the people, running so quickly around.

    A type of comfort, not happy, but finally found.

    Walk into the street, and watch the people read me like a book.

    I cant say a word for you, not a second look.

    Standing up and looking down.

    Everyones staring, as if looking at a clown.

    Such a distant place Ive found myself, trying to color the page.

    Frozen without words to say, fright on stage.

    Empty faces, expecting a whisper of pride.

    Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

    Gray so dark, with a slow motion paused madness.

    Only a strange place, no such thing as sadness.