i don't believe anybody is anybody, anymore nobody is nobody everybody is everybody and i don't know who i am supposed to be in all of this
a walking question mark riddling my own mind quietly behind my soulless eyes knowing **** well that half of them won't know until i'm gone but still trying to form some semblance of surprise
the walk i've been slowly enduring upon my cracked and bleeding feet has only managed to take me in circles and i keep ending up back where i started
there is no finish line in sight, only lap after lap of the same scenery i'm certain i've passed this tree a thousand times but i forgot the bread crumbs at home, and now i'll never know for sure which way to go
silence is the only laughter i know and the applause in my head, after the words form in my brain, gives me a false sense of purpose
when in reality, i'm laughing at my own jokes and clapping my hands for my own minimal accomplishments