I think we're caught,
Caught between thinking .
Who we are and who we really think we are .
The world can be so cruel,
Saying one thing about another,
As if they were adding fuel ,
Only for us to suffer.
If it weren't for the other ,
Do you think we would've bother ?
How we looked to eachother.
No idea .
Yet we're left thinking ,
Of the idea ,
Of our true selves sinking ,
To an empty desire.
As we sink ,
We lose sight ,
Our minds going down the sink ,
Losing the light ,
To what we truly think .
8 September 23
