I feel like an actor
Standing there trying to make conversation
Trying to pull off what feels like a lie
The words falling out of my mouth
Almost rehearsed
As if they're meant to be
A part of me not even there
Just a shell automatically spitting out lines
While I observe myself from a detached vantage point
Fascinated and frustrated both at the same time
Wanting to be a part of life
Feeling the urgency of unmet needs pulling constantly
But unable to do anything with life
Other than know I live beside it