Ballad of a No one

Black me, colored world I crave your affection I am tough as rocks I still have a soft anterior I want to cry Fill a pond with my shed tears My molecules are vibrating I am still frozen My smiles are leaves The world autumn They all have a goal Why is my compass broken Lonely me, they all have a companion Dear reader, when you read this I hope you find company. I am an artist, I cry in letters The pain I know Its sealed vacuum The worded tears the world sees Are just stringed letters.