Lost in the crowd of acquaintances around,
Sometimes I miss myself.
Enforced to wear the mask of idealism,
Sometimes I miss myself.
When the choices are between your mind and heart,
Sometimes I miss myself.
 
When the little child cries out inside me,
Sometimes I miss myself.
Draped in the unexplained compulsions,
Sometimes I miss myself.
When the laughter is replaced by fake smiles,
Sometimes I miss myself.
Performing the puppet-show to please others,
Sometimes I miss myself.

Artificial

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