The world has started to become cold for me...

I sit here alone and saddened....

The world is blind to what I feel and see...

I feel like something hated...



The world moves on...like a the wind that blows oxygen to this earth...

but I stay in place,like a rusted nail in a piece rotted wood..

the world is full of people that talk to one another like friends and family...

I have friends that speak ill of me and people ignore me...



The world is full of joy and happiness at times...

but I'm sad stricken and in constant despair...

The world is dying from pollution....

I'm dying inside from anger...