I’m not well today, I fear,
Ringing in my ears, I continue to hear,
But what is the cause of this pain that I bear?
Does anyone know, or even really care?
The tips of my fingers are all quite numb,
The fumbling they cause make me feel quite dumb,
There is something at work deep inside,
Something I know not how long I can hide.
Many storms are brewing within,
Not sure when their force will begin,
To cause me to do things I don’t want to do,
Tell someone, someone that is new.
Those who know what grows deep inside,
Think that I have nothing to hide.
But inside dwells another with me,
That one is one you don’t want to see.