Whoever you really are.
Always I am alone
Surrounded by people.
I feel what they feel,
I think what they think,
But still I look inside
And I seen nothing.
A frozen shell still in movement,
My once bright and shining gates torn and broken, pale at the thought of being seen.
But when you look they seem to shine?
Again I look inside, and I see a picture of you amongst the dark?
Without practice,
My words became broken
But when I speak you understand,
A hidden message in every smile.
Could we be the same?
Or am I a copy
Of another face in you're mind?
I feel I will always be alone, but when I see you I seem only incomplete.
Are these emotions real, or are they gosts here to remind me
Of my destiny… A destiny without you.
By Andrew Nixon.
