I was with you, yes. Ironically I still felt alone
Embraced by your presence, accompanied by your voice
My demeanor and emotions, a ballerina with no poise.
I am a wandering organism without a soul.
What is this feeling, this feeling within?
Why do I feel like you can't see me, this is a fight I can't win.
I see myself speaking with no voice coming out
I still try, I still try, do I scream? Do I shout?
