Erotome

[Verse 1] I walk in silent disarray, a stranger to this scene, A puzzle piece misplaced, in a world oh-so-pristine. Faces blurred like watercolors, my identity unknown, I'm the dot of a question mark, in an erotome that's all my own. [Chorus] "IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?" I shout to the stars, A heavy weight of doubt marks my invisible scars, The fabric of my reality, fraying at the seams, Trapped between the world I know, and the one within my dreams. [Verse 2] I watch as seasons shift, the sky's ever-changing hue, A reflection of the turmoil, fears hidden from view. The feeling of uncertainty, my heartbeat out of sync, I'm the shadow in the spotlight, but more enlightened than I seem. [Bridge] In the quiet of discomfort, I find my strength, Embracing all the chaos, navigating the storm. The clarity I seek, I find in the notes I write, A poetry of self, an exercise of might. [Outro] Let the piano's nocturne, and the guitar's gentle call, Guide me through the dissonance, until I again stand tall. For in the poems of my own making, there's a truth that rarely shows, And the one who felt so small, finally grows and grows and grows. {End}