Needle

The needle scratches against the record Almost like a tormented screech The parents whisper that I have nothing left to learn So, I guess I'll begin to teach Although this isn't the life I wanted It is the only one I could reach The needle scratches the skin Which makes a popping noise The friends scream for me to listen So, I guess I have no choice I perk up my ears waiting for their voice to pretend like I care and maybe rejoice The pine needle falls from the tree Without a single sound I run with my dangerous ways hearing my feet pound I know what they all want to hear - that I'm happy- I guess that's why they're always around The record may screech It never stops to a direct hault As the skins gives way the needle rests in the vein's vault Your friend's fingers try to stop it But their touch might as well be salt I am a simple pine needle fallen from it's tree It's soothing to know that I am content but these uncomforting thoughts won't let me be I am not upset and I am not angry I am not hurt and I am not unhappy I just would like a few people to able to see what I see