Digging Holes

My face might be blank, but I'm screaming on the inside

I haven't seen these fires

I've never felt this numb

It's so hard to accept anything when you know the painting you want to create, but the colors you have just aren't right

Life plays jokes, but nothing is funny when the weight presses down on your shoulders

When your elbows dig into the tables like kitchen knives

When your legs feel a ton each

Tell me everything is okay when my jaw is fastened shut

I walk fine because I don't want any attention, but inside I'm crawling

Enter my pipe dream and you'll feel the wrath of the flames

Volcanos of doubt effervesce

My face feels like it's melting, and I'm dreading the day the rest of me goes too