Not one of my better poems

[aquafi]

I am nothing but an empty shell,
trying to convince the world that I'm still sane.
Can't even convince myself,
not even in my shadowed, lightless lane.

And the world fades before my eyes,
or perhaps I fade from it,
and it doesn't matter,
they don't see my disguise.
They can't even remember I exist.

The world is just an empty shell,
a nothing plane, a dried up well.
I am that shell, I am the world,
and nothing, in me, dwells.

Much, would I prefer to believe
that life was all that it should be.
But nothing, yet, exists for me,
and no one else can see the nothing that I see.