An outsider entering another’s world
Lost, lonely, forgotten
Nothing to do
But sit and wonder
About pain
The torment of life
I feel like I’m screaming at the top of my lungs
Not heard
Or just ignored
I could be bleeding to death
No one would see
Are they blind
Or is it that they don’t care?
It is like they are playing checkers
While I am playing chess
They sit and I jump
They blink and I stare
I constantly wish I wasn’t there
I am an outsider
Entering another’s world
Lost, lonely, forgotten

 
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