in your life
I am nothing but someone you pass by,
you look at me, as some do, but you don't see me.
I don't let anyone see me.
The image in the mirror is alien.
i lost the ability to communicate
communicate who i am
communicate what i want to be,
who i once was
who i want to be with.
when i try to communicate,
like a fawn upon his fragile limbs
i stumble.
maybe you said no because you cant find what is real behind the facade
or maybe what i put forward just doesn't cut it.
Maybe thats why it never is
