Lost in the crowd
Alone in the sea
Yet I stand proud
At least I want to be
We all hide behind
Who we wish was "me".
But knowing in our mind
That "me" will never be he.
Voices in my head let me free
I'm sick of being part of "we".
YOU ARE READING
Vague
PoetryHave you ever talked to yourself in your thoughts? Maybe thought someone could be listening?