Pointless, Empty Words

What’s the point in talking, if no one’s there to listen?

What’s the point in listening, if the words are only empty?

Pointless, empty words,

Just dieing to be said

Being forced from my lips.

 

They disguise themselves as lies

As promises, as cheer.

They disguise themselves as happiness

They disguise themselves as fear.

 

People laugh and smile,

Happy with what has been said.

Not knowing of what lays inside

Not knowing of my dread

Not knowing of responsibilities

Not knowing of my tears

Not knowing how my heart beats fast in endless, worldly fears.

 

They don’t know what I have seen

They don’t know what I have felt

They don’t know who I am

Or the cards that I’ve been dealt.

 

 But all because of these pointless, empty words

That tingle on my lips

They believe that they know who I am

And to them,

That is it.