I cannot be anything nor everything,
I am only one, someone in a sea of others.
Should I chance to find myself amid them,
what should I say?
How should I feel?
I don't recognize this person,
I'm not sure if I ever did.
I just learned to live with this stranger,
and I am constantly trying to figure out humans
in order to figure out myself.
I read people like books,
cover to cover and over again,
a different book with worn pages
and wrinkled dust jackets,
I get lost in the stories.
I haven't found the path that
leads me back to a world where
I just see things only for what they are.
I constantly read between lines
and the smiles in the whites of people's eyes,
in the crooked lines of their teeth
and the rosiness of their cheeks.
I can't find anyone who looks like me,
or anyone that I want be.
I can't find a thing,
and I begin to wonder what I have been
searching for all this time.
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