I will be the flower
that blooms from behind.
The identity I am searching for
still I can't find.

I wonder through this room
about how I am different.
How I am the only one
who wants to be separated.

The people around me
will always seem to pretend.
That they are as one,
from start till end.

This is all an act
and I am even part of it.
The people we portray,
is just for the hell of it.

I walk around the hall
from left to right.
I sit all alone,
as if I'm not at sight.

I shall suffer with this
horror for a while.
Because I am that flower
that blooms from behind