Oxymoron

Oxymoron Voices whisper little screams Sweet little lies of corrupted innocence Made up of words of numbers And put forth in screams of silence I walk inside the exit Looking for what I can’t get Take a left down the right side Into the outside, And realize exactly where I am Lost My rights make more wrongs While my wrongs make me feel right About who I am, who I am Not The same old faces I never knew Same old places They still aren’t you Or me The same honest lies unjustfully true The evidence of no traces Lead me to exactly to Where I will not find you Away from it all Stuck in the middle Of a crowd where I hide Alone Someone follows Right behind my steps That I do not take So I start walking Backwards And yes I will Make a perfectly correct mistake Who are you? Where are you? You and you and you…. I’m not me.