I sit here as an empty shell I smile, so it isn't easy to tell. I may tell you different, but I'm not feeling well I feel like a salesman with nothing to sell This feeling of alone consumes my mind It unties every knot and releases all bind I try to be nice, I try to be kind But no one is leading, and I'm deaf and blind My heart is aching, my emotions just melt I'd never tell you it's something I've felt. If I were another, I would've just dealt But I'm so weak now, just skin off my pelt. This sadness washes over days and days And I try to make it seem I'm not phased Once I was excited, but I'm no longer amazed It's like earning a prize, without any praise I'm sick of my body, I'm sick of my thoughts I'm sick of being told what I aught to and naught. I'm just a story,, with no end or plot And I really just wish, I was something I'm not.