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.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
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.