AN OUTCAST
In this world where no one could understand
You can never be you, even for a millisecond
In this society, where your existence is irrelevant
You can never say the things you want to rant
Absolutely dead inside yet waking up every morning
Your long non-beating heart had never been burning
You're now merely a shell without a soul
Walking to an artificial light without a goal
Things weren't easy, everything's all grubby
Can't anymore think straight, heads all messy
Would one dare save a person like yourself?
Might as well, forever hide in your shelf.
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