From 1 crowd to next, I wander
Does it top the other?
I see their faces, they see my soul
No! Not really
But they believe it, clearly
They whisper in hushed tones & silent glares
As if, I'm a summer child, can't see nor hear.
In their anonymity,
They thrive on false superiority
Once again I found myself in crowd
Familiar yet leaving me in a drought
I wonder, the role I play
Is it me or does the costume just sway
No one seems to notice, even I
The intricacies of my cynical self and my projected self
No longer do I see a line it's all a lil blur.
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