full of people and everyone's talking
I am not as fine as I seem
mingling and pretending
acting as if I have a mind
mindless and lost, in a complete transfer
from brain and soul.
dark and light combine with the filtering settings.
trees pass by, cars surrounding my surroundings.
false sense of happiness transfered from person to person
until no one actually knows how they feel.
I am whole, I am single, I am completed.
waiting for a boy, waiting for a question.
its a wrong, he's my friend, he's my companion.
but I am whole.
YOU ARE READING
transparent people
Poetrymidnight thoughts from a girl who doesn't like following rules.
