Alone

But everything you try to say.

It means nothing.

For you don't know

What happens

When your eyes look away.

You don't know

When constantly moving

From one place

To another.

Just in case.

You'll be found

Or rather

Dropped onto

Not so solid ground.

You don't know

What it's like.

Constantly proving 

To yourself

Constantly trying

To be what they say.

To make sure they can't see you

In any other way.

You think that people would be proud.

But all their praise

It's just too loud.

Constantly removing

What I need to be myself

Just so I don't get lost

Left behind the crowd.

Constantly disapproving

From all corners of me

But so justly I must still try

Lest my smile is covered with frost.

Constantly it seems

My path is crossed.

With who others would leave

And then pretend to hide

In between the lies

That they must believe.

But constantly I seek

And I am the voice

For those who cannot speak.

The ears for those who cannot hear

But all the while

Who I am

Becoming who I fear.

Now I cannot remember

The last time I was near

Someone who could listen.

And not just disappear

When tears of happiness.

Just became tears.

Don't think that I have it all.

For there's no-one behind me 

If ever I were to fall.
There never was.
And there never has been.

For that's the problem
With a golden world.
Nothing can get out.
And no-one can get in.