Atticus_made

The truth

As always,

I stand in near them,

talking with my own voice that is not mine,

walking with my own legs that I do not own.

My mind wanders,

what would they think,

tell me to dissapear,

shun me within a single blink of an eye.

I do not know,

I only wish for them to stay,

to hear me say,

the truth of today