All alone in this crowded room. My eyes meet one…another. They do not see me for what I am. They see the smile on my face; The lies that I’m holding, in order to keep myself together. They do not know the pain I feel. Their smile is real. So I am alone in this crowded room; Waiting for someone to see through; To save me from myself from the loneliness... that has overcome me; controlled me. I am a slave to this feeling; Waiting for something better, Suffering in myself, Needing a savior.