Knees tremble as trepidation fills me to the brim,
Buckling, under the harsh pressure that prickles my skin.
Breathless, as if no oxygen surrounded me choked my soul,
An invisible orb that encased me from the world I know.
No one could help me, nor did they take notice of my cries,
No one would help me, as they walked pass ignoring my goodbyes.
It seems as if they can't see me, a ghost floating about.
A monster that is hidden, without needing to hide, a flooded drought.
They pay no attention to me, for I am not what they like.
I am not one of them, and therefore hold no place in their eyes.
I disgust them, for I reveal what they most hate and despise,
I am their antithesis, a rebel with no ties.
Why am I here all alone? Not a single friend in sight?
I am carried by the crowd, who cares not for my life.
Dragged by the current, I can no longer breathe.
Suffocated by their hate, I can no longer hope to see.
Not a single hand reached out to me, a hollow shell swept by the tide.
The only touch I felt was a push, a feeling of no sympathy, current tugging me
away.
No raft for me to hold onto, I feel so helpless, just wanting to die.
I drown and allow myself to sink, swallowing mouthfuls of water at will.
An outcast not remembered, for I was just a bad dream,
Or mayhap a bad memory, something others wish to be unseen.
My life slips from my reach, not bothering to struggle at all.
Another pill to relieve my pain, something clearly visible to all.