Someone Less Damaged

I stand alone outside, dumb deaf and blind, No one cares nor minds what gets left behind. Rub my eyes when I wake up to resent, Insignificance I sense when I repent. Well-spoken intent, kind works I regret, Comes off sounding shallow and desperate, So it is alright if I can pretend, Like something less damaged can mend. Air’s so thick it drowns, all eyes looking down. To watch me fake it, just like a sellout. Rearrange what’s left, one beautiful mess, I’ll be destroyed accepting nothing less. Repressing these scars makes me nervous, A soul so passive and weak can’t hurt us.