I am a single dot in an infinity of
More beautiful and colorful dots.
How can I be more lovely
Than the dots surrounding me?
I am not one in a million
But one submerged in a billion
Of beautiful dots.

I just want to lay my head down to sleep
And dream of you and me.
We can bask in the afternoon sun
And you can be with me.

But dreams fade.
My phantom will meet its tragic end.
However she will haunt my dreams forevermore.
This nightmare will never end!

Why do I feel so alone?
Why is love so unattainable for someone like me?
Why can I not cry?
Why am I so desolate?

I am beginning to crumble.

I am gone.

“Why am I in pain?
Why does my heartache?
Why are my feelings buried so deep?
Who put them there?
Why can I not open the chest to my love?

Why can I not feel love anymore?
Why does everyone hurt me?
Why will they not let me in their mind?
Who are my true friends?
Why does their ignorance swell in my eyes?

Why am I not loved?
Why am I not cared for?
Why do I care about what they say?
Who began this masquerade?
Why am I still playing it?”

“Why am I so alone?”

“ Because you are not like us.”

I don’t like to put on the mask
It hides who I truly am
It hides my wounds
It hides my scars
Or at least that's what I thought.

Without it they snicker
They jeer
They laugh
They sneer
They think their actions are invisible.

With it on they whisper
Fake compliments
Fake love
Fake people
They all learned to hide and observe.

I guess with the mask on or off
They are all the same.
So why do I always hear the whispers?
And why do I care?
They are all the same.

I guess it is best to live with the mask on
Then they are oblivious to my pain.

To whom it may concern,
You do not know me and I don’t know you.
You will probably have no effect on my life.
We will never meet by chance
Or fate.
That stuff is just pure imagination.

To whom it may concern,
I will never experience love at first sight.
I will never be saved from the tower.
No prince will sweep me off my feet and carry me away
To a castle and make me queen.
That stuff is just pure fairy tales.

To whom it may concern.
I will never look deep into your eyes and see a future.
I will never be dazzled by your smile and your laughter.
I will never be charmed by your good looks.
I will never be held in your warm embrace.
That stuff is just pure hopes.

To whom it may concern,
No one will be mine
And I will never be someones.
So let's just go our separate paths
And never think of each other again.
That stuff is just pure reality.