I am unseen, a living ghost among those who have perceived knowledge of my true character
My face, giving the illusion of appearing perfectly content, all the while my eyes screaming for someone to notice my anguish
My being, seemingly numb and devoid of spirit from the heart wrenching pain ripping me apart from the inside
I am hopeless, looking for any vast source of magic to present itself within my empty existence
Always dreaming, of inapplicable desires, never quite within the grasp of my consciousness
Always loving, blindly by assuming the best in the one I believe to always be true, only to find myself falling with no one there to catch me
I am consumed, by the dark corners of my mind, negating any allowance to see the clear light of day
Deep tears, never to be exposed for my prideful fear of accepting anyone into my unconventional world without passing judgment
Deep hate, for that of which I have become, a stranger to my own reflection
I am me and one day…
I will be free
