Here I am surrounded by people,

All their faces are unknown.

I know I’ve seen them before,

I know they care for me,

Yet their words are like stone

Cold, rough, unfeeling.

I just wish I could tell them,

I hate keeping them in the dark.

But who can I trust anymore?

Things have changed since I’ve returned.

They think it’s the same as before.

I’m still a child in their eyes.

Yet inside, I know I’m dead.