All alone in this crowded room.
My eyes meet one…another.
They do not see me for what I am.
They see the smile on my face;
The lies that I'm holding, in order to keep myself together.
They do not know the pain I feel.

Their smile is real.

So I am alone in this crowded room;
Waiting for someone to see through;
To save me from myself from the loneliness...
that has overcome me;
controlled me.
I am a slave to this feeling;
Waiting for something better,
Suffering in myself,
Needing a savior.