My words;
Are a vase,
So trapped
Inside this world’ craze.
Of whether you’ll be heard;
Or    even    find    an    escape.
Everyone, tries to appear upright,
Matching  their  trends  to  stay  fresh.
But as for me; I know I’m more of surrect.
Out of ten thousand words, only ten do impress.
I feel nothing close to being anywhere significant;
Colliding with plenty emotions  and  their peoples.
The only time, I make an impact they witnessed.
I’m so empty inside: Like a bottomless vase.
Trapped by words written on my face.
I don’t belong in this world of them.
A flower without a place.
One without a name.
Vessel of Vase.