Outsider, bystander

The smile of my closest friends still makes me sad

Feeling far away even though I’m sitting right here

The sound of car engines passing me by

The breeze caressing my face

The feeling of these tears leaving my eyes

Sitting, staring at my reflection in the screen of my computer

Who am I

What do I want

It feels like I’m trapped in a bucket and everything I love is pouring water in, drowning me

I am nothing

I am no one

I have nobody

I am alone, but oddly enough, I do not feel lonely

The clock keeps ticking

The final hour approaches quickly

But I am ready

This is what I’ve been waiting for