Pretend who you are
Rot inside your shell
Impersonate who you want to be
Set yourself how you want people to see
Obviously, you are been judged
No escape
Enter
Return...Never

Obstruction of how you want to live
Forced with no will

Survival a must
One is a lonely number
Companionship (I want you to like me)
In your eyes I'm judged
Elegantly (I followed)
Trapped (for I want to be accepted)
Young....with no will to speak

If I tell you to walk the street naked, would you dare? And why not? Afraid of been judged and how people will talk? Aren't you a prisoner like me? We all want to be accepted. Society tells us how to behave to be accepted. Indifference, make us stand alone. One is a lonely number.
 

© 27th January 2000