Cat scratching at a brick wall,

What difference will it make?,

It will only scratch the surface,

Yet it still hesitates,

Got my action belt,

Like a superhero,

The eye twists the mind,

I feel zero,

At least inside.

These words are spilling,

Over the edge,

My mind is spinning,

It can’t help but self defend,

Sure it seems on the outside,

My hearts made from brick,

But if you got inside my mind,

You’d be the one to make me tick.

The nails on the blackboard,

They’re getting shorter, shorter

Your foot in the door,

Is getting bigger, bigger

My eyes seem to stray,

From the work in hand,

To your face,

Without my command,

But somewhere in my mind,

I know I like it, I like it