World Full of Strangers
Alone in a world full of people,
cold looks as I walk by,
the chill of utter isolation,
is the only thing weighing on my mind.
Friends now seem like strangers,
no welcome smiles do I see
it's like I no longer exist,
they just look straight through me.
I don't know why people are the way they are,
I can only assume,
guess it just less things for me to worry about now,
no longer things I need to do.
I have no one that I talk to,
another reason why I write,
been on this road for the longest time now,
I'd say most of my life.
I remain in a world full of strangers,
where they think they have the right to judge me,
you don't know who I really am,
you see only the labels you want to see.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
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