Is this just a soliloquy?
A heartfelt work of fantasy
That only my eyes see?

Words to no one
Are only words
They don't mean a thing it seems

I've come close a time or two
To finding ground to stand upon
But every time I think I do
The rug is pulled out again

At least I've been brave enough
To write my insides out
To let you see the things that I
Would rather hide away