Emptiness

   I may behave like other people do to conceal my feelings, even the slightest ones.
When the show is off, I try to gather the smithereens of my thoughts.
Nothing gets clear so I keep on walking in a distubing haze trying to find my way out.
However all my soul and mind could shout is the sound of emptiness.
Clearly I'm lost and dull and it's not a mystery, we all have a nothing box.
Thus I'll fill it up with my fragments of thoughts and I shall keep my show on.