The Individual

I have become something
I have turned into something strange
I walk all over the night
I sleep around most of the day
I speak to lonesome strangers
I never hear them back
I tunnel into places
I am afraid of coming back
I can never read the future
I can never see the truth
I feel like I am failing forever but...
I wear a smile to hide the proof
I will always entertain you
I am the talk of the time
I have crept and I have withered
I am one of a kind
I will never be your lover or your poet or your friend
I am something of a recluse when it comes to matters from within
I will see you
I will contemplate
I will think and dream of beauty
I am fake...
I am fake...
I am fake...
I feel sick
I feel strong
I feel like I am dying
I never live for long
I can discuss these matters for hours
I love to speak my mind
I get trapped into its thinking
I get blind
I lie
I leave
I manoeuvre around most people
I never cry
I never cry for anything
I feel like this is right
I am involved in situations
I have never lost my fight
I do not know how I got here
I cannot remember how to change
I have become something
I have become something strange