I run down the street,
wince like I just saw my mother bleed,
scream like precious yesterday was all a dream.
I pray pointlessly for a miracle to ease this un-ending
realm of harsh reality;
I cry out,
howl, shriek and yelp for medicine,
to cure me of this agony,
to help me lie in tranquility...
for otherwise this misery'll crack me.
Yet im not the apple of anyones eager eye
As I gaze at these humans around me,
I'm absorbing reality.
Realisation builds up and
I envision gradually,
they're all just like me...
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