There is this hollow, that begins at the shoulders, curves around to the thighs, pitted with the sweat and tears, of another jilted lover. The chip on my shoulder is one I make sure stays firmly in place tears render my will pulpy. Bitter me, you're everything I want to be. Everyday, an epiphany another level to adjust to. This hollow,filled with smoke and sex bright lights, hazy nights, shock value held in high esteem. All the poems I wish I'd written all the songs I want to sing cling to the hollow of my own sadness my own insistence it's everyone ELSE'S fault my peristence in believing everyone else is wrong. And you told me I'm about to snap so how much longer until I hit that rock bottom until it doesn't matter which way I go cause from the middle every way is up... Right? Insecurity is my disease and sadness is my shield I told you, I told you how I feel and I'm falling, falling still. No light, no end, only empty air, hollowness between my the rest of the world, and me. You're everything I'll never be. (c) 2000 by (++Laura++). All rights reserved.