The Hidden Desire

My words mean nothing.

My voice floats on the wind,

Distant and whispered.

Barely there, 



My thoughts mean nothing,

My mind churns with unspoken words,

Hidden in the dark corners.

Almost suppressed,



My actions mean nothing

My true deeds remain muffled,

Always in the background.

Without mention,



I mean nothing 

My body and soul is contained,

Shrunken into a perfect image.

Someone I don't want to be,

Someone I'm not.


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