The pain [that comes with living]
So intense it can’t be described, hoping it will go away
This feeling of being unfulfilled and good for nothing
The pressure is immense
Emptiness and lack of colour
This world is grey, and I am without experience

I can understand
Why people fade away and turn into non-entities
Society forcing us to conform
We are all without identities
Simply follow those who scream the loudest
But what of those that prefer to live in silence
I will not be victim
Of pathetic peer-pressure violence

I belong with those who dare to defy
Not afraid of consequence
We stand by what we believe in
Until the day that I die
I will stay true and pure
No fake smiles, nothing sugar-coated
No pretend
This life I will endure
To the very end

A very deep impression on me you have made
I am someone you ignore
Steal quick glances my way, you just don’t see me
Her, Someone, Something
You, the stranger; mean more to me than you should

I’ll be a shadow, a protector
Your small, fragile frame
I wish I could be the one to embrace you
Help you heal the scars, the way I healed my own
I am you
I’m just one chapter behind

Different, yet we’re still the same
Honestly, I would do anything you asked of me
If you would just question
I’ll stay invisible for you, let’s face it
I am Nothing, No one, Anybody
The stranger; but I could’ve been someone