In this strange, weird world,
There is none I can call a friend,
Not one comrade,
Not one ally,
Not one smile,
Not one sign that shows that my existence is wanted.
Why do I get hurt, alone,
When no one else cares?
Why do I have to bother?
Why is it so wrong when I ignore them?
Why is it only me,
The only one who does not have the right to chide them like they do me?
Why do I have to force myself to smile?
Why do I have to pretend?
Let me escape this strange world,
And go back to where I belong.
Where I was accepted.
Where others cared for me.
Where even my foes were more civil than those who just go by the label of a friend in this strange world.
I shall leave,
I must leave,
This strange world.
Just a little bit more and I shall leave,
I will leave,
This strange world.
Adorned it may be in pretty attire,
But,
The hearts are empty,
Void,
A void of rust.
~ 2015 ~
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