It's sad really, this empty feeling,
an emotion I can't quite understand.
It fights to get out, open wounds fester,
fear and doubt, inside, join hands.

Maybe there are mixed connections
or maybe this anxious gnawing is true.
Shadows snicker at my troubles,
all revolving around you!

Am I truly worthless in your eyes?
Do I not matter in the slightest?
Behind that mask that you carry...