I am real and I know it shows.
But reality and me just don’t go.
We are opposite sides of a one sided wall.
Im on the outside rejected by all.
I got the words to say what I hide.
But I cant get them out the gap is to wide.
I dream in the silence away from all life.
Dream of an existence that hasn’t been sliced.
I have tried to fit by being the same and untrue.
But I hate looking in the mirror to see you.
Its lonely being by myself and proud.
But its better then being another face in a one face crowd.
I look around at the people I see
But to my surprise I only see three.
The second and the third are the same as the first.
Making eachother feel their the worst.
Now can you see why its better being yourself.
Instead of being another duplicate on the shelf.