I feel like an outsider
I'm not part of this world
Where do I fit in ?
Can people see me at all
I felt like an observer
Watching people's lives from my screen
When will it be my turn?
Will I someday live a life like the ones I've seen?
I felt like a waste of time
Trying to live in this paper world
When it may rip at any moment
It felt like a waste of a life
To pretend like we have one.
Why did we try so hard, knowing it may end
Why did we fear what came next.
Maybe I was an alien now, because I didn't.
I've accepted that if there was a God
God didn't want me.
Maybe because I knew
That if there was a heaven, I'd be pretending too.
Maybe I was curious.
To prove what happened next, the world was crazy
A mess, if I may.
My existence is no longer precious, as I choose not to stay.
What shall greet me after I've made my grand escape?
Shall it be the ghost of tears left by this world.
Or the cheers and laughter as I am welcomed to the next.
Will I suffer the same hell as before?
Or will I finally make my grand escape.
-F
06/04/22
