What is real, do I belong?
Behind a fake face, I live in a world of dreams.
With this mechanical and broken world, everything is rusting away and shattering before my eyes.
A fake world full of lies.
I cannot cry or scream, for it would only be buried by a cacophony of a cruel and twisted words.
Why do I lie, what is a true smile, what is true happiness.
Every time I get close to my wish, its disappears in the mechanical sounds.
Behind a fake smile, a fake face, a fake me.
Forever repeating the same things until I sleep.
If I fall into eternal sleep, would I dream a happy dream?
What is real, who am I?
What am I meant to do, why am I here?
If there's a reason for my existence, if there's happiness for me?
Where is it?
I close my eyes, I hide behind a lie, a mask of lies.
I cannot show my face, I cannot speak or show myself.
Within this fake, mechanical, rusting, and shattering world.
Am I lie, only a shadow, forgotten, nothing?
Just a fake?
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Words I Cannot Speak
PoezieIn a world where I cannot speak, I hope that they someday reach you.