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Aug 2013
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.
Written by
Grace Baker
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