city outcasts freak wallflower
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I’m alone, but not alone.
We all feel empty, but don’t know it.
Until now.
I’m lost while on a path.
We all have majors, but fear what’s next.
I am NOT the song of nature,
the chirps of the birds.
Not the dramas of life,
or the murmers of words.
Nor am I the size of mountains,
the strength of a chain.
Neon lights buzzing on a street corner
Luminescent, highlighted hellos shining as bright as the stars in my head.
Side magicians gambling for praise,
Business man celebrating his raise.
