brik

am I allowed to complain?
I've had an easy life
loving parents
never wanting
yet it is still there, forever there
five years I went without contact
I was an island, that's all I could be
but now it's different, but it can't be
I can see the future
I know what will happen
yet I desire it anyway
not to be alone
yet I'll never truely be able to be together
together with someone
they will find out the truth
so I must keep smiling
I must do whis is expected of me
at least I have a sterotype to follow
to mimic
when does form become thought
when does thought become truth
I am lost
I am a pretender
how long before?