What You Do on One Side Must Be Done to the Other

Have you ever felt like eating paper?
Have you ever felt like crushing glass?
Have you ever felt like popping bubbles?
Have you ever felt like skipping lunch?

Have you ever felt like doing something crazy
Because nothing else will satisfy you?
Have you ever felt like holding back the crying
Because you're afraid of feeling sad?

Have you ever cried during the happiest movie
Or laughed during something stressful?
Did you try to replace your own problems with fiction
Only to find you feel even worse?

Have you ever started crying because your pen ran out of ink
And stayed in the restroom for three hours?
Have you ever lied down carelessly under a sink
And realized with horror that you finally felt emotion?

Have you ever been overwhelmed with feelings
Guilt and horror and dread and worst of all, hope?
Have you ever been parylized with water trickling
Watching the water and the blood running together and drowning?

Have you ever woken out of your figurative death
Hoping for support but only to find yourself alone?
Have you ever told your friends your feelings
But they only judge and turn against you so shallowly?

Have you ever heard people talking about what you did
How bad it was, how ashamed you should be?
And then have you sensed that those same people feel guilt themselves
Who just need a friend, someone to pull them through?

Have you ever felt that everything could be right again
That someone understood you and you were fine?
And then you discovered that you were as wrong as one can be
Everyone turned against you once again

Have you ever felt worthless because of society today?
Have you ever felt like a monster in a closet?
Have you ever felt angry because of gossip in the hallway?
Have you ever felt like a circus animal trapped in a cage?

I always wondered what it would be like to punch a hole in the sky
And to truly forget the echoes in my ears
I still wonder why people place frames around the windows
Doesn't everything look better running free?