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.
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