Symphony of Personality

Playing to an empty room all alone, a symphony of personality; No one there except typing on their phone, I could give every single inch of me; Speaking my truth to someone with a miss, so I freeze up and cannot move forward; Being human means being more than this, does it really matter who’s in accord? The mistake is seeing the audience wondering if they receive the message; You were wrong entertaining a response from someone content inside of a cage; Even talking to peers throughout the years I ask why is freedom feathered in fears?