I am hollow,

Unseeing of anything,

Seeing all around me,

I crave to be me,

Not the puppet I am,

I am like the mockingbird,

Copying everything,

Never being myself,

Never living without the approval of others,

Why can’t I move?

Why can’t I judge?

Why can’t I be me?

I know one thing,

About my true self,

And that is it has died,

But this life I lead can’t be so bad,

Because one thing is for sure,

You can’t kill a mocking bird.