The silence is scary,
Like a sting from a bee,
It hurts, yet, I'm supposed to live with it.
It is bittersweet in all dimensions.
I stare out the window,
The beauty of green looks back at me.
It's supposed to calm,
Yet like a cup of coffee,
It only fuels my uneasiness.
I sigh deeply again.
The world expects me to be happy,
Yet all I can do is brood.
Like a demanding child,
I never seem to be satisfied.
It scares me, the person who I am,
The reflection I see fades away as the river flows,
Like a flash of lightning my mind searches,
Yet always returns to one thing,