It seems I have a responsibility.
One in which I keep self chained.
To let loose this being,
is to deprive those around me a will,
to be free.
They seem so drawn to me.
So enamored by my presence.
It's as if I was someone,
they never thought of,
or could imagine.
What has given me such power?
Is it this simplistic mind,
I've managed to gather?
Or this chiseled body,
formed by pressure?
I know not.
For,
to exist within such knowledge,
is to pretend I can exist within these simple minds.
That me being me,
can see through,
their ever so interested eyes.
To believe such things,
would inherently,
be to lie.
Everywhere I go,
I am disguised.
Holding back any sense of the real me,
from all observer's eyes.
Even when I speak,
i speak absent my actual mind.
I know they would not comprehend,
who i actually am inside.
In life,
this frame,
is even absent a name.
I simply exist as a sound.
My eyes are so intense,
I try to keep them,
seeing the ground.
Oneday ill be free,
seeing those like me,
in the crowd.
©lamarcus12
L