Everyone is passing by Without ever looking behind, and I can't help but wonder why I feel lo empty inside. In my face there's a smile, but that's my way to hide. That's the easiest way to lie: let everyone think you are alright.
But I always wonder if someone cares. I wonder if they remember my name. I don't know if there is a place where I can ever feel safe, or if I have to face that I march to a very different pace, that I'll always have a different say, that I just don't fit in any way.
"You are unique", is what I hear, but that's exactly what I fear. Alone is how I feel Cause I have a different way of being. So I let escape a tear to remind me I'm still here even when no one is near, even when nothing is clear.
And I'm still here crying. And it feels like dying. And I don't want to keep trying. I can't keep fighting against something I don't see, something that's not letting me breathe, that's not letting me live. I wonder... Why does it hurt so much to be....?