You look at me
Yet you cannot see me
You search my eyes
You create my lies
but you cannot touch me
You want something
anything
Yet always the wrong thing I give
you do not want me
Misplaced
But where else could I be?
You belong
and I,
I can only pretend
following exact motions
but never the same
I dream
hope
feel
and am
but you do not accept me
Where must I go,
where I can be free?
[1997]
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