Tipsy to a point.
Lost to some others.

Missed by the world.
Mind is undercover.

Wrapped around my thoughts.
Sit and sing along.

Sing a song to the way I feel.
But no one knows the words.

Busy and abrupt.
Feel like I've had enough.

Busy in a hurry.
My minds just blurry.

See the others lurking.
See myself look away.

Creeping towards my face.
Should I even brace myself?

What're they gonna say?
Really need your help.

Seeking advice.
Literally seeking anything that seems nice.

This seems reasonable.
This seems content.

Sorry for the attitude.
I needed time to vent.

Your time has been wasted.
Your time was not well spent.

My path, my path leads to nowhere.
I would tell you but you wouldn't care.

It's the path that everyone follows.
Yet my path is still hollow.

I try so hard and to do my best.
I sometimes work without a single rest.

I make new friends and watch them go.
I act like I am on a dramatic TV show.

I must change, change for the good.
I am not so sure if I should.

Change is odd, change is strange.
Change is often even derange.

I am so close to being the perfect me.
Hopefully soon people will see.