Words always crumble,
Lips right away mumble,
Sometimes might stammer,
All 'cause of the dreams.

The dreams that have remained,
With me for a long time,
Seen during different times,
Now they'll always remain unfulfilled.

Tears don't come out,
Remain hidden behind a smile,
Which has a thousand notions,
Happiness not one of them.

So many people to talk to,
Yet feeling so alone,
Or should I say just different,
In manners that don't come to mind.

The criteria for being normal,
Is too strange,
Lying and deceit cardinal traits,
Being silent is deemed to be strange.

I hear so many words,
Yet I trust none,
Not 'cause of the people,
Memories come in the way.

Rarely one worries about another,
With others it's the motives they seek,
To expect something from anyone,
Is like waiting to be broken.

"Promises are meant to be broken"
Another lie to hold one close,
Just leave at the first sight,
I can't handle these lies anymore.

There's this stillness at times,
Feels so daunting yet beautiful,
It speaks to me in ways,
That have some familiar sense.

The unkown doesn't scare anymore,
The people I know do,
Too many secrets and views,
Can at anytime be made open.

Where has this soul gone?
It has become too cold,
Or I just say this,
To comfort myself from this pain.

We can't always choose,
How we are perceived,
May seem to be antisocial,
But I'm just a stranger.

S.M