Wish I didn't have to feel,

What I'm trying to conceal.

Wish I and myself agreed with me,

Will my voice ever break free?

Lifeless faces stack up in piles,

Never mind what's behind those smiles.

Sick of looking for numbers to dial,

Of friends so tiresome, foes so vile.

Wonder how you do it so well,

As if not even hiding in a shell.

Wonder how much more I can bear,

Before I scrap my outer layer.

Worthless poems line up in files,

Never mind what's behind those smiles.

In attempt to find my very own isle,

Gotta run up to Greenland plus another mile.