Teemings

All That I Feel

by Dirty Earthworm

For all that I know
And all that I care
Everything's different
And nothing is there
Nothing of substance
All about style
While I glare and frown
Everyone smiles
Nothing in life
And much less in death
Filling the void
Of emotional debt
All about glamor
Nothing is real
Self-pity, denial
All that I feel
So much to say
And such pointless words
Everything said
But nothing is heard
Cry for attention
Screaming for love
Waiting for something
Power above
Nothing is sacred, nothing is real
Brutal reality - all that I feel.


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