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.