Fit the Crowd, by LostSoul
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Walked in the room
Surrounded by all
You can hear the chatter
But it doesn't matter
I'm still alone
Wake me from my dream
Reality is not what it seems
A reflection of a life
Of neverending screams
Paint the scene
A stage, a crowd
Be loud, it doesn't matter
Phased out, blended in
Full of people
But still alone
My mind's a trip
Playing games
Never the same
So lame
Why is it so hard
To fit the crowd
Not so loud
My mind's so different
From all around
Surrounded by people
It doesn't matter
Like a needle
In a haystack
Blended in
So hard to find
Cause my mind
You'll find
Is in another place
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Posted: 2009-01-25 06:44:03 UTC |
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2009-02-06 03:18:31 | sweetNsour |
i got you-this poem was well done deep yet stright forward. |
2009-02-11 06:25:46 | LostSoul |
Thank you very much sweetNsour for reading. |