Tormentality

Why does it feel like I’ve done something wrong?
Why does it feel like I’ve left something out?
I try to look back on all the things that I’ve done
Only to find there’s no reason for doubt

Consolidate internally what I do not understand
Attempting externally to find out where I stand
Trying to regain only what remains
Composure’s come and gone, there’s none left to retain
Tormentality

Why is it that my distress is so easy for me to express?
An effortless attempt to share
Things inside no one else would dare
I guess the reason they’re so easy to show you is…
Sometimes I wonder if you get these feelings too

Perhaps you do