Expression

Scrape metal on high hard chair
Scrap paper left open and breathe

Should I tell anyone what it's like
They bitch and moan and I can't --
I don't want it,
I'm not in the mood to hear it but --

Is it a problem that once I admit
All I hear are their shames and--
Well, that's not a --

It's not that I can't express it,
I can -- I suppose,
And their not really there --
Well, not really here.

Calm I juggle, I listen, I wait--
No, at times like this it's better to feel
To let go and allow the supressed to just --

But what comes afterwards?
Something to eat and drink and force myself to go back to...

It's always the same.
It's always just paper.
It's always just someone's words.
And today -- I just don't want them.