I miss you...
Not romantically though,
I just miss you...
'cause you always get me through.

I miss your face,
Especially your weirdness.
I miss when you take me to space,
Just you and I in the darkness.

You will call me a freak,
And I will call you the same.
'cause we both are sick,
And we both are lame.

We would talk, and talk,
Until we discontinue.
But then I will knock, and knock,
And we will continue.

Then came the day,
Where the conversation ended.
I felt dismay,
'Cause I thought our story was open-ended;

What happened to the youth's mind?
They might be deaf or might be blind
I can't even tell.
But they will surely yell,
All the things they want on social media
Just to be on Wikipedia.


They say that youth is the future
But youth nowadays don't act mature.
All they do is post here, like there,
They don't even care about the air.
On the field of love, they all are player.
Saving people with 1 like 1 prayer.


What happened to the youth's mind?
Blahblahblah mankind.
Looking in a screen,
This has no medicine.
Not thinking about the consequences
Of all the things their bad friend says.



Youth is the hope of the future
But youth nowadays act immature
It was sad because they lost their duty
They became useless in today's society
Life is hard and youth is vain
So we need to wake up to start again
All things must change
To something strange.

Some say the world is a paradise.
Some say the world is already heaven.
Some say the world is a happy place.
But not to me.
Ordinary people see the world as a fun place.
But for me the world is sad.
The world is poisoned.
It is dying.
This place is not heaven,
This is hell.
Everyone is a demon.
But not me.
I am an outcast.
Demons see me as a fellow demon.
They know me as a demon.
They do not know me.
Of what i truly am.
They will never know me.
This place is hell.
It is dying.
And it will be dying.
This place is hell.
Where all the people go when they die.
I am dead.
Dead inside.
Inside a world where no one knows me.

my mind is dead.
I can't think clearly.
well, I can't think at all.
I'm wondering why my thoughts are all gone.

am I finally normal?
am I cured of my madness?
am I like all the people around me?
am I finally a human?

I don't want to.
I never want to be like them.
all these people are... sane.
sane, being sane is a plague.

sane is the most dangerous illness.
once I become one, I'll be like them.
them... the mind controlled people.
no freedom, no difference and no one.

they are all like ants.
they only follow a single line.
once they're out of the line, they'll get lost.
they panic and they fear, till they find the line again.

they all laughed at me 'cause I'm different,
but I laughed at them 'cause they're all the same.
I hope the hole in my mind will be filled by new things.
new madness. new thoughts. new uniqueness.

I will only get noticed if I'm different.
so I'll stand when all of them are seated,
I'll talk when all of them are quiet,
and I be myself when all of them are the same.