I don't write about myself
I write about all the people I am not

All my lines
Carefully scripted
To please the masses
Keep them entertained

All these lines
Mental masturbation at best
Dreams of all I could have been
At worst

tell me joy
where are you wasting away
who's life have you found better to fill
where are your days spent
and who is it you keep company in the nights
are you ever to return

tell me joy
why do i no longer deserve you
now who will inhabit my dreams
how can you be here only to mock me