Mute.

No one else is dealing with my demons
And yet I fight for validation
Block it out just for protection
Push it off til last confessions
Gosh, I don't know what I'm doing
Maybe I'm just barely hoping
That if I transform my petty angst into rhymes
Then maybe now it'll mean something
But they don't know what I mean
And words are not what they seem
When they're pathetically overused by others
A sentence is different to you and to me
But I get to a point where there's nothing left to write
Even though everything's still here
I've said all that I can say for now
And there's no one left to hear