Control.

If you held my hand, if you felt my skin. Could you understand? Would you let me in? I never know. Just when I'm down, you can smell my brain. Those people living underground. I still feel their pain. That's why I'm crying with no sound. My tears be in vain. I capture my emotions and pocket it for later. My pockets close to birthing, please take me somewhere safer. My irrelevance is relevant, My patience is sedimentary. My soul is now benevolent, My heart beats solidarity.