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I'm seem alive through the eyes of my father
I am real but never quite there
All emotion radiates away from me
I do not register to his heart...
why do I care?
I am alive through the eyes of my mother
Through the bond of motherhood she finds her love for me
She loves me as a mother loves her son
I am far away to her past a distance she cannot cross
Why do I care?
I am not alive when I look into the mirror
I see the world that doesn't see me
I gaze over the mass with an uncaring eye
faking what I need to quietly get by
why do I try?
I am ghost.
I am zombie.
I am wind.
I am ash.
I am .


Comments: 8
faking what I need to quietly get by
I think we all have done that both consciously and unconsciously.
Thanks for sharing.