days move in slow motion
and time stands so still
wat have i become
the greatness i posses
is always hidden
of true feelings are locked away
so they put me in the crowd
but im so loud
i scream
i dream
i cry
i can fly
they look over me
am i not up to a special standard
like a blank face on an ordinary body
im more than that
i know i am
i cant show it
not now
but belive me
i am
Author notes
It was an old peom. I found it in a notebook that looked ancient full of all my old writings. I still like it though
