Shadowed lines curve around a lost soul,
Invisible to the world is this disaster,
Immune to emotions or any form of console,
This tragedy may as well be made of plaster,
Traveling around while ignoring the masses,
Too stupefied to realize it still exists,
It's constantly judging everyone it passes,
A vengeful outlook equal to a parti pris,
It's a fool who wallows in self-defeat,
A tragic tale only falling on deaf ears,
An open source of wisdom made discrete,
Swept away in denial among other fears,
Society passes me by - won't they see?
My self-destructed soul hating humanity,
I'm still here - living this sad tragedy,
Alone inside a world full of vanity...
