The deathlike silence surrounds me
As I remember my mislaid past
Tired and bored is how I feel
Sick and weary is how it seems
Sometimes I don't even know,
When I look in the mirror,
These eyes I don't even recognize,
Glare back at me.
So many thoughts, visions and images
Cogently running through my mind
Familiar faces, and empty places
Far from where I dwell
Nobody really knows the real me
Someday, somehow, someone who cares about me will find me.
If I let them do so.
Copyright Miss Unique 2007