I hear, see and speak
Yet they don’t understand?
The truth is alien to them
I can see right through them
I can sense their fears, pains,
worries and futile plans
So I pretend to be one of them
to care about foolish things
and talk about nonsense stuff
But when I’m all alone
I am as real as they’ll never be
I must not ever let them know
sounds like the world of the poet. I do this also…I think that’s why I enjoy this site.
Me too, writing is when we can truly express. Thank you Gregory.