Because of Some False Tale...Because of Some Wretched Story...

I am troubled
by the things
that dance inside my head,
with the words that tell me
"you're not good enough"
"you're not going to be okay"

I am deeply bothered
by the sound of the thunder
that rolls inside my heart...
Will it yell at me louder?
Will there be no stop?

I hear every distant cry
from a hazy world deep down inside.
I look around me and see nothing but dancing lights
and skies of orange and pale purple
calling me
to look up
and gaze
and cry

(Oh,
'tis a sad world...
and a lonely place...)

I think of you and of how happy
seeing you happy made me,
and just so you know,
things are quite different now.

I hope you hear the thunder inside
because it pains me to think that we can no longer speak
the way we used to
because of some false tale
because of some wretched story

Can't you see, I'm not happy inside
I'm not happy because it's reality I see
I see you thinking the wrong way about me
I see you not the way you're supposed to see me

and it worries me more
why?
because we can no longer be the "good friends" we once were
because of someone's false tale
because of someone's wretched story