All alone in a world of millions.
I have no one but myself.
Invisible to this world of trillions,
and I refuse to to ask for help.
Why am I so stubborn?
so selfish & one track minded?
I never knew I was,
but days & days I am reminded.
Even with good memories,
the bad shadows over me.
I feel like no one wants or cares,
and they can't even see.
Why are the so stubborn?
so selfish & one track minded?
They don't even know,
but days & days I am reminded.
They have what seems great,
but perhaps this is greater.
Even with no real friends,
I refuse to be a faker.
Even after all this drama is said & done,
I would rather be alone and strong,
than weak and "social sprung"
