we live alone in our brains

I Feel Alone

my world is passed by strangers

though their faces bear memories

the depths of their names ring out,

empty and undiscovered

I am a people pleaser, the shallowest of men

I listen to those who dream, and gain nothing in the end

I twist my words

to suit the desires of their open ears

they walk away satisfied

while my insides feel disquiet

I no longer recognize myself

my name lacks depth

my face holds no meaning

I am but another wisp in the crowd,

getting by with nothing circling through my character

my shadow has no substance

the parts I've played are soon forgotten

I am the one left behind

in the dust, here the shallow dump me

when they have no need of a person who will listen or care

my greatest fears were once to not be recognized

now my dismay lies in not knowing who I really am

my publicity is fabricated by those who need an angel

but who soon forget what good the light can do

I have developed from a lack of free will

I am but a hollow shell

I echo the weary voices

that rarely come my way

I yearn for a time

when I become someone with a personality to ignite

but dreams are the product of idle minds

so with the room I have to grow

where would I go?