This is the truth

 Is there any surprise
that this mood fits me
like an old shoe?
I think there's something
terribly wrong,when your
angst leaves you.
I'll not be satisfied; I'll
not admit to being
pacified, that would be
an unjustifiable lie.

Now..

There are beautiful scenes,
played out before my eyes;
this spring breeze, this pristine
neon blue sky.
I could speak about all of these
wonderful things,
like that kind of thing
hasn't been done
a few million times.

This would not be true,
to my heart,so blue.
After years of misuse,
I refuse to let it just sit
there; sliding into a death,
in it's sleep.So I give it my
voice,as if I had a choice.