I'm standing in the middle of a crowd
Fifty heartbeats besides my own
Conversations to the right and left
And yet I still feel all alone
What could break this solitude in me?
I beg for a voice to crack these walls.
But it's like I'm in a soundproof box
No sounds enter when anyone calls.
And they all think how pretty I look
But don't dare to help this tired soul.
Can they really not see I need them?
Do I look collected, or in control?
When did I become such a good actress
So as to fool those who knew me best?
I want them to see the real me now
But I can't put my pretending to rest.
I feel like a ballerina in a jewelry box.
When you open the lid, I'll dance and spin
But close it, and the music stops
And I lay down til opened once again.
A contest entry
- Give me your lonely by darlintlc.
450 points, ended May 21, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Really good!!
"I'm standing in the middle of a crowd
Fifty heartbeats besides my own
Conversations to the right and left
And yet I still feel all alone"
So very true...feeling alone in a crowd!
Thanks so much for entering and good luck
darlintlc
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