If only anyone could understand me.
My words are put in a way that society will never get me.
The meaning’s lost in the certain type of sequence.
Wishing someone could hear me,
at the same time not letting anyone in.
That’s the way it’s always been,
and it seems,
that’s the only way it should be.
Even if I’m sitting here hoping,
that I will soon let somebody in.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016