Is it all inside my head?
Is trust really dead?
Why can't I believe what I used to believe so easily?
Because love is not easy for me.
In a sea full of people no one can see me.
Alone in a crowd while everyone is loud,
I think to myself can they even see me?
If I speak will they even listen?
No, I won't speak because spoken words are for those fake birds to sit on a shoulder and whisper to another.
Those others who pretend to be a friend, but never lend a hand, because they don't see you, they can't see that you are broken.
Broken and alone, looking at a phone because you fear you are invisible.
So in a room with no room you can find me in a corner.
Sitting alone staring at my phone.
P.M. Altman
