The Solitary Soldier
Alone in this world I walk
A stranger in a world full of darkness
I travel in a sea of faces
Choosing a disguise to survive
Missing the wings I need to soar high
On my own
Passing the toys, crayons & glitter
The handmade wind chimes sparkling so proudly
And the shame that seperates me
The bones, the skeltons, the buried
Little pieces always remain
My life is a battleground
A war within that no one can see
That keeps you a stranger
I wear this mask to hide
Like a chameleon constantly changing
I perform so well I almost believe my own charade
I can be whomever you want
Except myself
Many have looked my way
But, few have ever really seen
Behind the masquerade that is me
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