This mood I can't describe...

It's blank, I'm blank, the space between is desolate and empty. My mind is restless and the pills aren't working, in fact, they are only making us sicker. We fight to win the battle so we can fight some more, fighting off responsibility and doubt so we can feel better about ourselves. Casting out our judgments as if we had the right, we're wishfully thinking of how we would react, yet in the moment we choose different paths. It's hard to hold onto something that changes shape. We are sure of our ideas about ourselves while we keep shifting like luggage during flight in overhead bins. We've all got our bags packed and our judgments to hold tight, but this emotional baggage is slowing us down and needs to be left if we're going to make it before we lose daylight. Bad's moon's rising, you can see it just over the horizon. Better hope that the people who love you will still welcome you in when they see how dirty your shoes have really gotten. For what is true love if not for loving the flaws? Who among us hasn't proposed the question of, "Who am I?" and "how have I gotten this far?"? This pattern of thought is my ego's revolving door and I'm trapped in the glass case as others get in. At this very moment, I know we're all the same, but I feel all alone. Feeling like there is nobody else who can even understand the depths of my sorrow's, so I hide it with smiles and random displays. They laugh and cheer for more, but I've given more then I've got and now my credits bad.