I am a mix of people's hopes
But I can not fill those holes
I am a half-smile or incomplete word
A guitar without its chords
I am a sentence without a period
And the I in inferior
I am the story behind scars
Or the night without its stars
I am the doubt and unfulfillment
In the sound of your judgement
I am the silence after questions
Of a face without expression
I am the space between lies
Uncertainty in the eyes
I am every step taken back
When the sight becomes pitch-black
