Wounds

Paranoid am I an android A checker in a game of chess
Out of place I’m from outer space better than being a pawn I guess
I am deep in thought but not having any deep thought I am frayed
Always beg to differ but never make a difference it’s not ok
Why does this feel so empty
Why do I feel so numb
Why do the days all seem to come undone
Unsung
Gladly I sit with Boo radley even he speaks in tongues to me
The cupboards bare why do I even care the entire worlds greek to me
I will play along but I’m longing to be played out I’m afraid
I am lonely even when I’m not alone in Disarray
Not asking for a handout
Not asking for rewards
I know there must be something more
Something more
Pseudo Panacea this wound won’t heal
A faux antiserum this wound will never heal
Anti Antiseptic this cut won’t fucking heal
I have a hole in my soul a hole that needs filled