I look through the window,
to the beautiful world.
As I was staying away from the sun.
For so many days and years,
I was alone,
in a small room.
Nothing to eat
and nothing to care about.
The world forgot me.
Even I don't remember.
I can remember the smell of the nature,
the smell of the food coming out from the neighbors.
My skin used to be smooth
But now without having a bath,
my skin turned out like zombies.
Sometimes I think it's a dream.
But it will never be a dream.
This is a huge world.
And I think I might someday lost in this huge world.
I had to lose my job because of the unnecessary stuff people use to say to me.
Because of my looks,
people used to ignore me.
I think the zombie's will soon be going to ignore me.
I think my skin colour match with them.
But I dont care nowadays.
And I don't care what people say to me.
And I am now free to live.
And I see the world with other style.
So now people are seeing me in the other way
in the way I like.