Noone's there
I stand in front of the world,
With a grieving heart,
Grieving in pain,
That it's just left plain.
Lost in crowd,
Lost in words,
I looked at people,
With some hope.
But all they do is pretty show,
They wear pretty smiles,
And plea for pity.
There are people everywhere,
They own some stories,
They own some secrets,
Some are mine and most are theirs.
All I could see is a happy world,
But isn't it weird?
All I see are people everywhere,
But no one's here.
~linx










