Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Isolated

Standing alone,
You look around.
You see the people,
They don't make a sound.

Was it something you said?
Do you look strange?
Is it the way you think

That's distorted or deranged?

You have so much to say,

No words come out.
You're looking for yourself,
You don't know what you're about.

Eyes are on you,
You try to look away.
You like your own world,
You live for today.

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