Split between two worlds, the one I want for myself and the one I live in. Cruelty speaks solemnly to the people who listen blank whispers nobody but i Can hear. Never thought a heart could scream so loud , echoes fill the empty space that has become, for this is who I am  I live the life before me to please others  never once acting on the life I see in my dreams. I dream of being a child, while a child dreams of being older. Life's ironic the way it works  I look at the lady with the blank stare ; my reflection. She says cruel words to me. Words I couldn't picture myself saying to anyone out loud.  It frightens me the way I could be behind close doors , so hateful. Pretending is what my life consists of now. Not the life I'd wish to live. But everyone lives to be fake and i can't except me as myself  thoughts eat away  between the space between you and I. But the space that is between us is the only thing that has stayed the same