When no one cares
and while they just stare.
picking out the significants,
i get afraid.
without any help, i walk my street.
figuring the identities,
as i lay my eyes
on individuals.
noticing that everyone needs love, yet none
given.
reflecting on myself,
i cry as i reminisce.
the tears i drop,
the blood that i spill.
uniqueness that they don't see.
i continue my way down the
lonely
narrow
road.
searhing.
