While eating breakfast

Simple to touch
easy to break
its only an act
to being brave
you see the tip of ice berg
but the rest is underneath


my legs are too weak
my feet too small
I'm awkward
So I don't stand up
to anything


There's so much in my mind
I want to do
thought turns apathy
and apathy justified
Then there is nothing inside


I'd like to love
BUT
No one will understand
and your the first to tell me
that no one can