Surrounded

[Kirby]

I wrote this as a way to let out my feelings... The poem does not express me truly, but it does help me let out some of my anger. It's fairly raw, rough, and not entirely optimistic. I just needed away to let these negative thoughts out of my head; I'm at the height of teenage angst at the moment. XD

I consider myself a philosopher, but I am far from a poet. Do not expect anything beautiful to lie behind these words


They say that hearts can always be repaired
That what is broken can be fixed
That everything is only temporary
But I don't think it ever was there

I see them walking
Countless faces surrounding me
They all laugh, cry, care, do what they do
And yet not a one among them is connected
They're all just pretending

I sometimes feel like I'm immortal
And my bodies just holding me back
I sometimes feel like I'm above all
And that this all is just a play about tragedy

I see them walking
Countless faces surrounding me
They all laugh, cry, care, do what they do
I see them all pretending that there's a point to this
They've become trapped inside the lie

Some people say I'm a pessimist
I prefer the term athiest
What we are all are really fat, ugly animals
Pretending that we're more than so

I see them walking
Countless faces surrounding me
They all laugh, cry, care, do what they do
And yet not a one among them is connected
They're all just... there