Sometimes, the silence is noisy,
And sometimes, it’s lonely in the middle of a crowd.
Sometimes, I shiver in the sweltering heat,
Other times, I feel high, deep underground.
Sometimes, I feel like I’m drowning on dry land,
And at other times, the wide open space suffocates.
It used to be that the night is so bright,
Now often, the day is dark.
So many times, I’m shouting softly,
Crying for help, smiling helplessly.