Surrounded by faces yet I stand apart
Loneliness a shadow clutching at my heart
No quarrel with the crowd yet I remain a ghost
In this sea of life an isolated post
Cloaked in anonymity my essence veiled thin
A masquerade of self concealed within
But my eyes windows to a soul confined
Reveal the yearnings of my mind
Jealousy's whisper attention's plea
A desire to be seen to be free
Telling tales of a life subdued and stark
A cinematic sorrow missing its mark
Dreams of another world where I might find my place
Yet here in reality I barely trace
A phantom behind fashion in shadows I dwell
A silent spectator to the stories I tell
Eyes downcast a fortress around my gaze
A barrier to the world and its piercing rays
Yet in my eyes the truth sings its song
A confession of where I truly belong
They speak of envy of a silent cry for love
A longing to be acknowledged from below and above
Narratives of existence a drama so profound
Where characters breathe yet in voids are bound
In this spectacle of life I'm a character unseen
Living in the margins in spaces between
Hoping for a scene where I take the lead
In a tale where from these chains I'm freed
I dream of realms beyond this strife
Yet in my own story I fail to thrive
A journey not taken a song unsung
In the echoes of what might have become
Yet in my eyes the truth sings its song
A confession of where I truly belong
Yet in my eyes the truth sings its song
A confession of where I truly belong
But my eyes windows to a soul confined
Reveal the yearnings of my mind