Tell Me Why
I'm losing interest
In the things I used to love
I'm feeling more and more
Alone
Even with hundreds of people around
It's hard to tell
What's real
I can't stand
The sight of them
Im noticing the things
I hatethe most
More often than not.
I can't concentrate
Because I can hear
The whispers
I can see the stares
I can feel the pain.
Copyright © Cheyenne Kay | Year Posted 2012
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