My shadow screams for a bit of attention.
My heart tries to break out of its cold cage.
My soul cries for any form of affection.
My hand reaches out with hope to live free.
My memory fails to hide each rejection.
My mind wishes to be who I once was.
I am the same but my rythmn and ryhme are gone.
I have changed and yet here I am still.
I wake slightly less whole to the very same dawn.
How is it that nothing stays the same, yet I am the only thing to change?
