i hate the way you make me break my rules
hanging by a string
the physics of true love
composition of you and me
erratic ups and intricate downs
high and happy
Amongst the crowd, I notice loneliness covered by her hair drenched in tears. How awful.
How does it feel to be unloved? Hated? To be awkward? To be uneasy? To feel out of place? And that no one understands you?