• Why is it I hate this?
    Any other person would kill for this feeling
    But why is it that I wouldn't?

    I sit here trying to figure out
    A riddle that runs through my mind.
    Confusing me every minute, every moment and every beat of my heart.
    I have to constantly stop and think 'why me? why not someone else?'
    but no one can answer my questions, when I ask everything falls silent.
    Like shadows have fallen over me, making my very existance disappear...

    I feel like the centre of the world, but I don't want to be there... I don't want to be the centre of anyone's world, I'm not the centre of my own... So why must you keep saying that I am yours? Can't you see that I'm dying on the inside from this? I hate being the centre of everything, I feel like I'm in the way, like the world has stopped when it shouldn't. Nothing should stop to catch me when I fall, because I deserve to break my back on the landing.

    You don't even know me, you can't understand how much of an idiot I really am! Watching me from afar can never bring you anywhere, nor will even speaking to me. I don't care anymore, I don't care at all. You may find that it hurts, that my words are cold and as deadly as poison. But I'm over this obsession, why can't you just leave me be and get off my shoulders? Leave me so I can fly freely without sense of regret or tears?

    but no, the tears continue to echo, you continue to rest on my shoulders. Still there trying to hold me down...

    Everyone is a fool, everyone has moments of stupidity. So why must you love me for being this all the time? I may act strong, I may act like I don't care, but the truth be told that even I find this world hard to handle. Everyone does, throughout many insults, throughout the many times I have been kicked around and punched, I bottle it up. Trying to seem like nothing effects me, but each time I break down, there's always a time when everything becomes too much for my mind to control.

    So why can't I be free once again...? Away from the world of torment?...
    My feet are glued to the ground, unable to see the true person I desire...
    You all laugh at it, the pure thought or mention of his name!, I don't care anymore! You're all blind, unable to truely see it, and this is why you glue me to the ground. Because you fear it's true, that someone out there in the wide world is better then you... Well to put your soul at ease... There is, and I don't care if 1,000 or 100,000,000 people think that I'm wrong, You're all delusional, unable to see the true world and it's ways.

    I for one do not care what you think of me,
    I for one do not want to listen to anyone's opinions on the matter
    I for one and ignoring the world from now on
    and I for one am soon to be free from my fears unlike the rest of you mindless slaves to technology!