You watch her and smirk
and yes all you can do is lurk
Circumstances bring you near
In this sea of faces you fear
to be seen, to be noticed
it is the screaming sound you avoid
but time is watching
it keeps on ticking
Dashing smile, the pose, the style
seemingly similar but unfamiliar
Counting the details
Exasperated by the trails
silenced by the praise
but you still see yourself ache
and you whine …
because you follow her around
and tell yourself a lie
that to be like her is the ideal
and you lose yourself
You drown, you frown
You grin, you run
Away from the voice
Away from the force
The chill…
locked up and disturbed
Ringing silence
you have to face it…
You are forever different
and in no chance should you tell yourself
“This is the way”
“This should be the way”
liberate…
the buried soul
needs some light
and not the blinding musings
The countdown…
circumstances bring you near
you will be revealed
face the reality.
There is only one standard.
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