Your face.
The look on your face
Is as if you bear the weight of the world
On your dainty shoulders.
What's wrong?

This is me.
Eternal bystander.
I don't think anyone notices
That i don't fit in
Because the puzzle is solved
And my piece was never attempted to be added.

I feel it.
But pain isn't a foreign concept to me.
It's a lifestyle
That dulls to indifference
Because you start realize
Why should i care
When no one else does?