You wake up and feel nothing
Not knowing what's coming
Going through the days
Distant - hazed,
Not knowing what's coming
The smile on your lips
It's your guard, your mask
Worried for what you'd face
Going through from place to place.
Blocking out importance
Blacking out the pain
Making sure no-one or thing gets in
It's better off that way.
Going through the motions
Standing at the end,
The look of the outside
Is more inviting, let's pretend
I look, I stare, I wait
What should I expect?
These people around me are strangers
I don't fit in.
Trying so hard to please,
But I'm never going to succeed,
Always trying my best
I should just give it a fucking rest
I'm an outsider.-b.
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