Drowning in the ocean of my mind,
If I whisper, surely someone will come.
Please, help me find myself.
Desperation laces my laughs,
Don’t worry, I’m fine.
I’ll live life reading the narration of others,
An overseer, not a doer.
Isn’t that better?
I can get anything I want,
Except someone to trust.
Come closer, I want you to know,
Yet the distance grows.
Can’t you say who I am?
Wander into a crowd,
No one cares.
Are we an act or real?
Is this pity or acceptance?
Tell me before I go.
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