Being Left Out
I walk down this faint path
Without socks, without shoes
And those people passing by me,
Seems familiar but don’t know who
Embraces once I’ve had
Embraces without a bit of warmth
Those sounds of cheers and claps
I can no more hear that
Everything I’ve got, got stole
And being left out
With blurry tomorrows and sorrows
Which no one can know…
--Serenta Tulip
