I wander the corridors alone. Pretending to be what I'm not, to cover up the sadness. If you look into somebody's eyes. You can see the sadness, their weaknesses, their troubles. You see them. And that's why I hope people don't see me, and that they see who I'm pretending to be. Everyone's faking, Drowning themselves in poison to pretend it's not happening. The happiest of people could be the saddest on the inside. More people should try to recognise people as who they are, not what they are.
November 13th, 2007 at 04:32am