You talk to me,
like we're friends.
but I'm alone.
I hate it,
all of it,
the people,
the isolation,
the amount I try.
I cannot see reason to continue.
I cannot see a reason to try anymore.
Why, should I try so hard?
Why, should I care anymore?
Why is it so hard,
for people to talk to me.
Am I intimidating?
Do I scare you?
Or, is it just me?
Maybe,
I never noticed it.
It's hard to grow accustomed to a name,
when you haven't heard it in awhile.
It's hard to make it your identity,
when it's mixed up with those of others.
Maybe,
It's all my fault,
maybe I just never heard you call.
maybe I never recognized myself.
That tends to happen,
when you wade in your thoughts all day.
It amuses me,
how when one feels so empty,
their thoughts are so full.
Everything is taken to heart,
everything is accounted for,
but for oneself.
The world revolves around you,
and you take in every detail.
But for yourself.
You see the happiness,
You see the sadness,
You forget things,
important things.
happy things,
happiness.
People say,
that you don't know you're happy until you're sad.
Well I think,
that you don't remember the sunlight when you're in the dark.
I think,
that when you're on the ground,
you can see all the details.
I know,
that being in the dark so long,
can seem relaxing.
I know,
It's hard to enjoy something you don't remember experiencing.
I know,
It's hard, to identify something you've had all your life.
It's hard,
to have friends,
when you can't see anyone.
It's difficult to form ties,
when you can't feel the string.
It's impossible to identify pain,
when that is the only thing you've felt in your life.
It's terrifying,
to create change, when all it's done is shut you out.
Maybe,
Just maybe,
people could understand me better now.
People could actually try,
Or,
Maybe my thoughts were right,
and nobody does like me.
