Me, the Mime

When I talk, no one seems to listen. They notice my actions instead. The thought of being alone, is what I dread. I call for some affection... The deaf ears of love can't hear me. Am I wasting time? Poor;lonely;me,the mime. Damaged relationships makes my heart's candle lose its flame. Who is the one to blame? I touch the hands of hope... They can't feel me, they're paralyzed. I'm a metronome that is out of time. Lost;romantic;me, the mime. My life has been a chain of broken promises. A handful of lies that cut like glass when I clench my fists. I look for some protection... The blind eyes of security can't see me. Should I pretend that everything is fine? I'm just a mixed-up mime.