In a room full of people what is wrong with me? it is as if I can see past the outter things in life and look too closely to the inside and see things I shouldn't see.....lonliness.
uncovering more than maybe I should, But I see it.... feel it.. as it surrounds me.
the smiles....
are they real? do they come from an honest sense of happiness? or is it just something that they have learned to do? God, I just don't understand it. am I the only one who ever felt this before?
the wallpaper even makes me sad...
like flowers frozen in time, stuck to a wall meaningless.. vacant... and so lonely.
how can I feel this sad?
no one seems to notice, I can feel it's frosty fingers around my heart and I am powerless to it's sorrowful presence.
a clock....
ticking loudly in the corner... depressing me with each tick.. as if to let me know that time is slipping away
and theres not one **** thing I can do to stop it.. if the world should end right here... right now... I would die in this miserable state.
the tears....
inside of me that I allow no one to see, to touch, to comfort, are slowly driving me insane.
I wear a mask ...
to protect myself from people, well meaning people, who try for unknown reasons to help some poor soul, like me.
I don't need their attention..
so I smile... I am almost sure I have perfected the fine art of fake smiling.
no one knows..... no one sees..... no one cares. as I sit here all alone...