-Innocence-

One-way dialogue drains me;
I'm tired to be
others' mirror.
Day by day I lose my purpose.

Is this
my admirable vocation,
or just self-annihilation?

I try to make out my eyes
inside strangers' eyes,
searching for my ego;
but still I can't find the time
to see it trough their light;

and I get blind,
so full of myself,
the heroine I'm not.

I save their world.
I lose my innocence.
I strive for equilibrium.
I pretend to hear.
I believe not to be heard.

I save their world,
yet I can't save mine
from the corruption
of my own pride.

Their empty thanks
are too often pronounced.
Echoes in my ears.
I feel anaesthetised.

I don't need someone to talk to;
I need someone to talk with,
even when I don't talk at all.

VedenKuuhenki