Dying of the Light

What do you see?

Do you see me?

Standing here with my hands flailing

I must look like a madwoman to you

Insane

Out of touch with reality

It's not easy.

I can tell you that much

There is a price one must pay

To remain

An individual

In a world that is trying

To blend us all

Into one

So that in the end

We are all

Just one person.

One person

Merely in different bodies

I thought it'd be a worthy pursuit

To walk the path less traveled

But I did not know

That it would be so lonely

Did not fully comprehend the price

I would have to pay

Sometimes it feels like I am from some other era

Or some other planet

No one sees me

No one understands me

Night after night

I run into the same arms.

Expecting something different

Lying to him

And to myself.

Because I know deep down that

It's not the real thing

Not even close.

Just once

I would give anything

To have someone look me in the eye

And tell me

That they see

Even an inch of themselves

In me.

Maybe then

I would not feel so –

Alone.