'what In Whom,' Is Everything

To hear them is what's easy But to understand them I wouldn't make much of them I don't know how to feel them Given only the numbness Or how to say them Given only the discomfort And tightness amongst the neck Yet I'm told that I show them How could I want something, I don't understand Let alone be uncertain of their works Of the actions they place, that I can't feel I smile but am uncertain Uncertain about why I don't feel Since or understand them With them I don't mix with But sit below them Like the water's and oil's I do not blend When I reach They draw away And I receive nothing But that empty light of pink A color drawn for nothing But to represent them I don't have them in me But if they do sees to exist, then may they be that speck in my heart, be of dust Even if they show, will it be of lust or purity I can't say what they are Or how they will resonate But the truth is uncertainty And the ability of the emo to lack them This may explain the loneliness that's felt As well as the numbness that created the emptying I want them so the freedom will stay I need them so that I won't die away But it seems forbidden from heart, which causes this pain to storm in my cages I have everything But yet, I feel like I have nothing That's why the livid stay's and darkness rises They are still gone And no one knows or sees it A struggle for the heart to express them I may care but it does not mean that it bares the life for them I may see what I can't touch And I may feel the sick tighten the vest, but it does not make me oblivious to them I'm aware and respect with no words But fall flat with no knowledge of their voice And wonder if their sound will ever reach me Because "they in them," is everything Everything I cant seem to reach