THE TROUBLE IS

then all of a sudden
there was nothing

and peace and quiet
was a song
i couldn't get out of my head,

so i hummed along
all day as i worked

cutting back lilies
and raking up leaves.

part of me
is so lost for words
that i end up talking
incessantly.

the other part
is so sad and lonely
that it refuses
to ever talk again.

we have more in common
than not
and that's what brings
a hand to the side
of our faces...

(embarrassing isn't it?)

to look the other way,
to hide in shame.

we all want to be beautiful
and unique,

the trouble is,

is that we're all the same.