21/05/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation
No one sees me here.
Hiding in my shell.
Though sometimes, maybe always,
It feels like a prison cell.
No one wants to see me,
It’s convenient to ignore,
To forever walk on by
And take no notice at all.
No one sees the pain
That lives in me day by day
(Every single wretched hour)
Rotting from the inside.
No one sees the tears
Rolling down my cheek,
Hidden by this mask I wear
That protects you from me.
No one sees what I see,
Haunting me every day;
So many zombies roaming here,
These tired halls their home.
No one sees reality,
Just what they need to see.
They close their eyes to it all
And pretend it’s not there.
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