I sit in a room full of people that don’t care
people that see me ,and stop to stare

their lives are full of emotions unwilling to be told
Yet mine are plain and open waiting to be sold
The sound of silence comforts my pain

Yet the physical connection fills me with shame
I am alone in a manner of right or wrong
Embodying the emotions of the depressive song
Help is at hand ,if I decide to take a bow
But with this suffering I am forgetting how

to live life in a way that seems rea
l from the people I meet to how they make me feel
TO much commotion brings about the greed of attention
Lost in my head, this sadness is my detention

Is it a pulse , a beat or a dream I need to breathe
Or is it simply just a need
For life unrolling has dealt me a losing bet
one a cannot control yet fear the debt

This feeling is endless in the sense of relief

Because I am the only one in disbelief