Nobody understands what it is like,
Living on the outside looking in,
To what is supposed to be your own life,
Within the depths of your control,
Nobody understand how it feels,
To be soaked by the scolding dampness,
To have tears dried up by your own sadness,
Of which you'll never really feel,
Nobody understands what it is like,
Trapped on the inside reaching out,
Unto a life you know is yours,
But will never really feel is so,
To feel a pain so real and shattering,
To fall into a thousand shards,
Of somebody else's mirror,
A distorted shadow of no recollection,
To be a fraud within a fraud,
Trapped within your own self-deception,
Yet forever lacking a grip on reality,
Or what it is meant to be,
Nobody understands what it is like,
To wake each morning with a strangers mind,
Forced to accept their thoughts and feelings,
To become someone you have never known,
To go to bed with the silence of sanctity,
Tracing a face of distinct familiarity,
Awoken to that unrecognisable,
Forever searching for that of yourself,
Nobody understands how it feels,
To never understand how it feels,
To never know how you feel,
To never know it is you that is feeling,
Nobody understand's what it is like,
To feel forced to feel somebody else's pain,
To share glimpses of happiness,
That you never really felt ever were yours,
To be dragged through the turmoil of something,
But forever gliding on the edge of nothing,
Being someone but no-one,
Feeling something but nothing,
Nobody understands what it is like,
To lack the sense of who you are,
To feel like a fraudster encapsulated within,
A reality that never feels quite yours,
Nobody understands what it is like,
To sleep with prayers that when you awake,
It will be you that does awake,
And not the one that tomorrow brings.
Yes, nobody understands what it is like,
But I do.
Do I?
