A thick haze,
Floating around,
The ceiling of the room.
Once a human,
Yet now mere smog.
The need to exist,
The feeling,
Of being human,
Of locking gazes,
Where is it?
Fading away,
From flesh to fire,
The fire burns,
My sorrows away,
The thick black smoke,
Above the fire,
Once my flesh and blood.
The remnants,
Of the campfire,
To celebrate,
My disappearance,
The bright smiles,
On their faces,
Makes me realise,
I'm lukewarm.
Not part of the cold,
Not part of the hot,
I'm floating in between.
The irony of it all,
Now I float above them,
Burned,
By the severe pain,
Of being forgotten.
Everyone loves attention,
Basking in the limelight,
I never got that,
I never fit.
Now I burn,
The big red fire,
The heat it gives off,
The heat of my anger.
No one cares,
They just want to warm,
Their cold hearts.
No longer in pain,
I've learnt to accept.
This is who I am,
A pathetic little bugger,
That no one loves.
Yet I'm full of it,
I sprinkle my love,
Towards everyone,
That doesn't reciprocate.
I exhaust,
My jar of love shattered.
Appreciation,
Such a delicate thing.
One snap,
And it vanishes,
Disappears,
To form the hazy smog I am.
My heartstrings,
Snip snip snipped off,
By your words sharp,
Scissors.
Tape,
Tape it all up,
Cover the ugly scars.
I'm not affected,
Glue the pieces of my jar.
As my body of smoke,
Looms over the room again,
I'm a hindrance,
To the rainbow,
They want to see.
I'm the clouds,
The smog,
The haze.
A mere obstacle,
They want to get over.
