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