A feeling so great,
Yet it has no name.
Want to scream out,
But I'll still feel the same.

Want to break free,
But I've nowhere to go.
And once again,
I feel so alone.

And nothing describes,
or even explains it.
'Cept maybe an ache,
that just won't quit.

Or maybe an itch,
With nowhere to scratch.
Or maybe a locked door,
With no key for the latch.

But nothing you say,
And noting you do.
Will fix this damn feeling,
Suffered by few.