The World Through My Eyes

I always feel like an observer,

never really an active participant.


So many has passed me by

and I took them for granted.


Now just distant memories

in the pages of a photo album.


I skim through them as if

I wasn’t even really there.


At times I wonder if my smile was fake,

or if I was just hiding behind it.


I wonder if I was truly happy or if

I felt as dead inside as I do tonight.


I tried to plan every single detail,

stressed about hoping it was worth it.


So often worried about making sure

it was perfect that I wasn’t even present.


I wish I could live in the moment for once.

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