Makes Me Feel

Makes Me Feel

Hearing the echo
From all the lonely locked in my head
Makes me feel old.

Feeling the shapes
I no longer matter mildly to you
Makes me feel cold.

Whispering the lies
The ones that cut cross-ways in my heart
Makes me feel sold.

Telling the truth
Sometimes a sharper nifty knife
Makes me feel bold.

Laying to rest
A long dead dying death
Makes me feel told.

Sunning the shame
The cage crushing my humble heart
Makes me feel gold.