How is it that you see me
but look right through me?
How can I be standing here
yet feel a million miles away?
The paradox of who I am
and who I want to be is killing me...
I am surrounded by people.
I have never felt more alone.
The expectation wars with reality
and I can't tell who will win.
Which voice will I listen to?
The one who tells me what I ought to be,
or the one that already knows who I am?