I am the wind always whispering your name.
I am your pawn, but you never play the game.
I am the hope that you can never quite find.
I am the safety that you'll never reach in time.

I am the beat that sounds underneath the show.
I am the seed, but you never let me grow.
I am the breeze you don't feel on your face.
I am the voice that you can never quite place.

I am the passerby that you won't recall.
I am the spring, but you're stuck in the fall.
I am the sound when you think you're hearing things.
I am the telephone that never seems to ring.

I am the detail that you forgot to mention.
I am the math, but you didn't pay attention.
I am the scenery you never think about.
I am the trend from last year that's now out.

I am the lost thought at the back of your mind.
I am the rainbow, but you are colorblind.
I am the girl you're unable to see.
I am praying for the day you become aware of me.

I was ready to jump into
The abyss with you,
But you didn't like the dark.
I guess you couldn't fall for
Something you could only
See the end of.

I'm hoping I wasn't
Just another laboratory
Sample to you;
giving you the chance to
Analyze everything we could
Have been without actually
Living it for yourself.
I planned on going to infinity & beyond with you, only
To find out I was your gravity.
There were places you were
Meant to be without me.

I wish you told me you couldn't
swim through my tidal waves,
Or let you fight my current.
I'm sorry my packaging mislead
You into believing you wanted me.
I'm sorry you cannot have your
Wasted time back.
Next time, I will be half of who I am,
And maybe then
you will love me.

I am my dog at times.
She constantly scratches and barks at my door
Waiting for someone to let her out
Waiting to be free.
I wish it was just that easy
To be free.
You wait and wait
For someone or something to free you
Crying out for so long
Scratching at the door
But you feel it will never come
Or you do hear someone coming
Or something comes around
But in the end
You're back inside the same room.
You feel yourself return
Because it's the only place you consider a safe haven
and have nowhere else
So you become content with the room
Even though it is tedious
It is better than continuing
to scratch at the door
And you begin to wonder,
"Am I content?
Is my contentedness my freedom?
Am I finally free?"
But, in reality,
You've just become numb.