When one feels like crying,

Do tears come streaming down?

When one feels like screaming,

Is there any sound?

When one feels like hiding,

There isn’t any other place

To run to,

Other than your embrace.

Escapism,

Doesn’t give any

Satisfaction.

When one feels like thrashing,

Is there any motion?

When one feels like quitting,

Why isn’t there any conclusion?

When one feels like fighting,

There we are standing alone

Facing the image

Of our clone.

No matter

What we choose,

It seems we always lose.

When one feels like nothing,

Do you hear encouragement?

When one feels like venting,

Where is all the frustration?

When it feels like hurting,

And you don’t understand why,

How do you even know

What to do?