The Hidden Desire
My words mean nothing.
My voice floats on the wind,
Distant and whispered.
Barely there,
Quiet.
My thoughts mean nothing,
My mind churns with unspoken words,
Hidden in the dark corners.
Almost suppressed,
Waiting.
My actions mean nothing
My true deeds remain muffled,
Always in the background.
Without mention,
Obscured.
I mean nothing
My body and soul is contained,
Shrunken into a perfect image.
Someone I don't want to be,
Someone I'm not.