All alone, the thoughts come out.
Sometimes I overflow with doubt.
Inside I feel like I should be,
At the other end of eternity.

My safety zone is so very small.
I’m afraid that I can’t fool them all.
Those thought’s that roam, when I’m alone,
They speak of character unknown.

To know just who I am is wrong,
Instead I play a masterful song.
One in which I choose to be,
But cannot on the inside see.

A game maybe, or perhaps a show?
But one of which no others know.
For this show I cannot mind the helm.
But a puppet tied with strings I am.

I try to take control but can’t.
But continue on with selfish chant.
Ah, the song, it never ends,
With time only, my hard will bends.

But can you hear the hidden voice?
And see what cause does make my choice?
See behind the stage and show,
And learn what others do not know.