Husk

I'm just an empty shell, A husk you could say, My feelings I want to tell, But I just push everyone away. I can't even think about sleep, I just keep reading stories so complex, To fool others that I'm deep, But I'm nothing but a bunch of text. I read stories so tragic, But somehow I want to live their lives, I just want to feel the magic, To escape this game called life. I might sound narcissistic, And actually I won't deny it, Come on be realistic, It's relatable just admit it.