I feel lost and alone when i am in a crowd of people, ignored by the ignored and

popular people. people preceive me as

different but I say I am the same. I feel nausiated inside when people hang in their shame. Distorted by my mind and trapped

in suffering. No one understands why I'm in hiding. Hiding away from inconceiveable people,

and their trudging doom in their rooms. I do not wish to have their fates, because fate is faith and I make my own fate.

I do not judge by what i see, but I study their actions then I preceive. Popular people talk behind backs,

junkies are junkies, and I am myself. I don't talk much but I do lie every now and then, I hide in my mind away from all sin.

Leaders are strong, followers are weak, popularity is what they all seek.

I'm not torn down by the hatred they show thee,

or the games and abuse they inflict on me. I don't want to judge or be judged if I or they don't know the true inside.

I will rise above the tormented and conquer them all in my mind. they can say what they want,

think what they must, but nothing can uncover

my life longing trust.