I go through the motions

Of happiness

Only to find my desperate charade

Has failed me again,

And all I am doing

Is draining myself

Of emotion.

There’s no one to talk to.

I have no shoulder to lean on

And confess my faults

Without judgment.

I have a story to tell,

Full of pain

And angst

And emptiness.

I want to tell it,

But I’m afraid to let you in.

Alone

At my keyboard

I pour my heart out

To the keys,

Knowing all the same

That no one will listen

Or care.