If I were to stand outside of myself looking in
looking in at a shell
I think I would find the reason
the reason for my own personal Hell
If I were to question
everything I do wrong
I don’t think I would find many answers
because the questions would be too long
I can’t look at something that isn’t there
and try to find a reason why
I can’t not do something
and say, “Well, at least I tried”
I can’t search for something I haven’t lost, or found, or never had in the first place
I can’t cry while at the same time have a smile on my face
If I were to stand outside of myself looking in
looking in at a shell
Who would care about my own personal Hell?
Me?