Speak in Beautiful Tragedies
I'm just another face in crowd.
A blur.
A figment of your imagination.
I'm there but at the same time I'm not. No one notices a person like me. A person trying to fit in with a crowd a beautiful faces. Nothing can change who I am or who I want to be. So I'm stuck being the loser.
My dad,my mom died when i was really young, complains that I need some friends to hang out with but how can i befriend someone who only cares about the looks? Or only cares about the money you have? I dont fit any of them. I'm not pretty, I live in a dumpy old apartment so whats the use of befriending someone and losing them so quickly because they see what your house is like or what you really look like without make up.
I don't want to be let down so I stay away from everyone.
I don't want to be hurt like I have so many times before.
My non-exsistance is the way I like it.