Normal guy, outgoing, friendly, intellligent, good looking enough to have never had trouble getting girlfriends, married to fantastic talented beautiful girl, have a good job, a few investments, constantly furthering my education and endless prospects to look forward to.
None of that, however, can ever manage to distract me from the endless bleeding hollowness inside, a bane i was born with and am forever to hide from the world, a part of me at odds with this life, which doesn't belong and has no home.
Behind this thin veneer we hide
through gelatinous windows we watch
through fleshy lips we talk
behind it all the real 'us' call for meaning