Scream

Sometimes I just want to scream.

Everyone wants a piece of me. The weight of their need pressing closer.
It's too much pressure and I can't handle it.

I just want to run away, hide from it all.
I am not enough, I will never be enough.

I feel invisible as you talk and talk, telling me your tale.
Do you see me?
Do you care?

At the very end you say: So, how are you?

Fine is my answer.
It's all I can say, all I want to say.
I wont bother to tell you what's wrong with me.
You wont hear me anyway.

I slip into oblivion and drown in my own misery.

God just help me get through this minute, this hour, this day.

But I realize that tomorrow it will start all over again.
Will it ever end?