Behind the smile

I wasn't there

I'm alone and standing still, watching people pass by.

I yell, but no one hears me, as if I didn't exist.

No one acknowledges my existence,

As though I were nothing more than a phantom.

There are so many people

Despite being alone in a crowd, the chatter is tearing my mind apart.

A shadow that isn't like the others looks back at me.

I tried to grasp it, but it vanished in front of my eyes.

I continued walking, but no one seemed to notice me.

Except for me, everyone around me was laughing.

As the day turns to night, I'm left standing still.

I walk back home with tears in my eyes.

My mind is aching with thoughts.

Is this how I'm going to live my life?

Is it true that I'll be alone every day?

Do real people exist?

Or are they imaginary?