Opaque

tell me if you're there.
tell me you've got the film.
can't see me in the mirror.
can't see through me at all.

someday, we're in the end
and it will have gone away.
it's summertime again.
broken toys and cowboys and indians.

i'm a wrecking ball
stuffed inside a whipping boy.
what it feels like to swallow
the lump to keep from tears.

i don't believe in fate
and i don't believe in fear.
i doubt that i'm opaque,
that you can't see through me at all.