contemplating the many thoughts running through my head
always living my life on my own
doing things that others condone.
Chitter, chatter, whispering voices behind my back
pushing against my eardrum like a thumb tack
but I keep on moving despite all the friction
I keep pushing forward as if on a mission.
A mission to find what I've always been searching for
searching for that life of peacefulness and so much more
moving forward, going backwards, turning round and round
wanting so much for my soul to soar but feeling forever bound.
Yet feeling cold and alone inside my dark mind
still wondering if I'm dead or alive
the chitter chatter continues as fake smiles shine bright
my eyes closing and losing all sight
Yet the whispers still pass through my thoughts
forever feeling alone, forever feeling lost...
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Completed ~ 10/14/10
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