Lost in a portrait
she's all alone now
doesn't feel right
there's a fight inside of her
fighting wit her instincts
to fade away
everyone around her seem so fake
she forces a smile
no one returns a "hi"
not even a "goodbye"
she's jus a face in the crowd
she's like a portrait
I'm blinded from the sight
have u looked in her eyes?
Seen her smile?
She has no idea
Not even the faintest
Of How perfect
Her imperfections make her
Does she notice me?
Silhouettes of the world pass by
I'm jus a face in the crowd.
wow i love this poem...i can really visualize what your talking about...great job:)