i'm drowning
in a sea of people
and i wonder
if you see me

the problem
of floating between groups
is the fact that
i never truly
feel that i belong
anywhere
not with you
and not with you.

you're going to explode
and every part of you
that got torn apart
in the process
will eventually heal

you'll never be normal
again
you'll live knowing
it happened

but scars
means you survived
and you're stronger
than you can ever perceive
yourself to be

The right person,
the wrong time!
The right script,
the wrong line!
the right poem,
the wrong rhyme!
and a piece of you,
that was never mine

tired of
human interaction
the fake smiles
and sad eyes