this is a poem i wrote about a dream i had. hope its not too gloomy.
surrounded by a sea of people and yet i am so alone,
they think that they know me but the only know my clone.
my clone has a name face and life and people think shes great.
but deep inside there is the real me who everyone would hate.
shes scared and lonely and wants to leave but nobody can hear,
and showing her real self to the world is something she'll always fear.
what fools she thinks about the world about the people she knows,
the face of truth is full of lies, all of her friends real foes.
but who to trust and who to keep close is the toughest choice,
and who to show her real self, her real body, and her real voice.
she turns herself to self-medication, to numbing all the pain,
she spends her time assimilating, one raindrop in a rain.
she doesn't want to be seen, nor does she want to be heard.
she tries her best too keep quiet, she does not utter a word.
she wrote a note stating farewell to all her so-called friends,
she said goodbye to her family, whom with she had loose ends.
they found her in her room that day, a note attached to her bed,
they found her in her room that day, hanging, she was dead.
