Everyone is targeted. I'm one of few to avoid being seen. As if I'm forever in shadow. Oh, if only you knew how dark this world is.
I walk through halls, past pillars, with my head bowed down. Eyes on the ground, just watching the tiles slide by. Head for cover, trying to avoid the ever watchful eyes of those who see ghosts like me. I've never really been accepted, never been special. I'm no prize.
All the time recieveing funny looks as I walk through the park. All the time thinking it's because I'm the only one like me. In a negative aspect. A loner among those smiling. I've been through this before, but never came back.
And I don't know what I'm doing here; This wonderfully ugly place. Waiting for something elegant. I've asked so many times for a light so I can find my own way out. But with requests dismissed, if ever even looked at, I dwell in my own eternal darkness. Might as well be blind, rather be deaf. Mute out all these whispered screams two inches from my ears. Won't someone save me from my peers. Dry my hidden ocean of tears. Is this what I slip on, is this why I fall? Do I drag my own self down?
I'm no one special. No one sees me. No one saves me. I'm my own burden. Targeted by myself.
6:40 p.m. - 2004-09-28
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