Kevin's Watch

I am on the outside looking in
I vote my own existence to the masses but lose the election
I feel the hidden voice that shouts only to itself
I run a thousand ways at people that do not see me
And hold conversations with their shadows
I burn bright music against my flesh
I die a thousand times when I ask to be seen
I touch my fears, and they keep me company
I do not hear the smiles or taste the laughter
I run my fingers through plastic and build statues to my emotions
I see the eyes that cannot feel me
I hear the whispers that cannot be a friend to me
I break open my flesh and touch the raw sorrow
I am not here
I am at home
I am not with you
I have not done this
I must tell myself that
Or I will not survive

Khaliban, please get out of my head.

nice work Khal

I quite like it Khaliban. Reminds me of a piece or two of my own, in fact.

--A