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,