Long Corridor To Dreams

Alone inside and empty in every way, I have things people envy, and yet I am not satisfied. At night I weep silent tears of pain, Wishing someone would hear. But would it make any difference anyway?

Living my life for everyone else, forgetting the paths I once dreamed of. Letting myself down to please everyone. What is my happiness? I'll never know.

What I feel and say doesn't count. When I hurt no one there to comfort me. A prisoner within my own life, Once owning the key to all the doors of my dreams. It has long since been lost In the long corridors of this house.

In my mind I am living life, In reality I am watching it go by. If I disappeared who would know  I was even here? I wish they would see..I'm here... I have always been here In front of the locked door to my dreams.

Copyright (c) 2000 Melanie Dovak

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