Dark silence surrounds
the life that I lead,
you can read my actions,
you can see through me.
In my hands,
I hold the invisible rope
that slowly pulls me,
closer to hope.
I am the mime,
with the perfect white gloves,
behind this unseen wall,
separated from love.
You can gaze straight through
this heart of mine,
it's made of glass,
I'm the original mime.
I may not speak
but I can see,
I pull from my pocket
a crystal-clear dream.
In my dreams
my life unwinds,
and I am no longer
the lonely mime.
I am the woman
with boundaries unseen.
To the broken hearts,
I am the queen.
I am the mime
that you see on the street,
in black and white,
from my head to my feet.
I am the one
that when you pass by,
you can not see
the tears that I cry.
I am the the poor soul
at which you all laugh,
because the hurt you see
is only half.
Actions continue to speak
louder than words,
this pain must be seen
it can not be heard.
Instead of breaking the silence,
I fear it will break me,
breaking my heart of glass,
shattering crystalized dreams.
I am the quiet mime
that's screaming inside,
because in solemn silence
I choose to hide.
 
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