i don’t really know how to explain
this feeling that fills me up inside.
i feel like i’m content, but i’m not,
and i feel like i’m lonely, but i’m not,
and it’s always like that, feeling like
i’m something but not.
and when you ask me what’s wrong
and i don’t respond, i’m not trying to
be rude or anything; i’m just trying to
find the right words to say to describe
what exactly is wrong with me.
but i don’t even know myself.