so tired of living my life in fear. you listen but you don't truly hear. i'm yelling and my body is jelly; shaky, frenzied and calcifying but you just keep on smiling. why are you smiling?

you tell me to talk and i'm afraid i'll bark.

what is there to talk about?

i can't cry unless the moon is blue, i work until I'm sore, 'til my muscles have been cut through and i sleep until my day's halfway over.

what is there to talk about?

you open my mouth and it's just bark, bark, bark.

get me to dance on my hind legs and you're happy

but there's something crawling under my skin, a worm, and i'll bite until i pierce my skin, then it'll be yours.

so much to talk about , yet so little.

bark, bark, bark.