The duely interpretive manifestation of the lyrics of life; Unextraordinaire- by: unknown forgotten

These words are deceitful
I am not about the extraordinary moments
I am not full of poems and rhyme
My speech hardly ever contains any deep thoughts
I am not a romanticist in real life
Of course these things cross my mind
Of course I try to be and try to say what I really mean

But no one I have ever met is really the manifestation of the lyrics of life
Our hearts dream, our minds wander
They do not transfer from day to day struggles
I wish I could, I wish I could speak
My my lips tremble and lisp and my mind shatters
Every time I look in the mirror I have forgotten my face
Every time I listen to my voice it sounds like a stranger speaking

I could sit alone and write a beautiful poem
but what is the use when I can't recite it aloud
The moment these words are written I have forgotten it all
To say I am solely artful is a lie
Though most is a voice speaking from someone else
But what I fear most is that these words and writings
Will never be capable of affecting someone directly
And instead influencing the lives of people I've never met
So it shall be and that also brings me great hope
But to the lonely hearts to which I can never speak
Embrace my mind and help me control my mind and tongue and speach