A broken mess we feel we are.
Words around us try to convince us otherwise.
Confusion rises in others
When they see our demise.

They don't believe what we feel
Or understand the pain we conceal.

A pretense they suspect it to be.
How wrong they are,
But they will never see.

What each of us feels is real,
And if we could
We would make it disappear.

Just listen.

Don't hear.

Don't let us be alone
In our consuming fear.