Never to be Known

 

It's lonely inside my mind, but even lonlier amongst mankind.
They see me as I stand, without perceiving who I really am.
Their eyes tear into my skin, shaping me to their realities within.
What am I outside my memory? Nothing I really want to be.
Will anyone else hear the tones which settle in my bones?
I'll climb the tallest tree, maybe then they'll hear my screams.
I'll remember my worth, so long as I always fall back to Earth...