I am surrounded by people.
Yet I am alone
I speak and they look on not knowing I have spoken.
My thoughtless words meant to fill the void
turn into pleading fits of my innermost thoughts
because I don't believe they will hear them

I am who they expect me to be
Because they will not open their eyes or ears to hear anything differently
I feel as though I am asleep
trapped in another's lucid dream
as their being for them to keep.

"I guess WE could think maybe WE shouldn't have tried again, but it happened."

WE.
Yeah, you are using this word WE,
and I don't think you know what it means.
You don't speak for this "WE"
because you definitely don't speak for ME.
ME.
When someone, and I mean ME.
Decides to try again
It isn't a halfheart attempt
To cause a relapse of pain
Put away your apologies
I'd just like for you
YOU.
to change that sentence.
"I guess you could think maybe you shouldn't have tried again, but it happened."

"All children, except one, grow up"
-JM Barrie

Growing up
is  a magical thing
more so than staying a child.
experiencing the miracle of time and life
Looking back at my memories
Of great happiness and great strife
growing into a new person
being a living being
that can live and love
is a magical thing