The World Around Me

I look at the world around me,
And I wonder why,
No one hears my crys.

I tumble back,
Into the shadows,
As people pass me by,
Never looking,
Or wondering why.

I see joy,
I see pain,
And i wonder why,
I don’t feel the same.

I love more deeply
Than anyone knows,
They fail to see me,
The real me,
Underneath the clothes.

By @}- ~Black-Rose~

my life has taken a complete turnaround since i found myself as a goth/punk. most think its for worse. but as i sit here writing this i feel as if it is for the best.i may be a social outcast but i am happy deeply, not just on the surface.