Why does the world turn this way?
Why is there nothing good to watch?
Why do I cry for no reason?
Why does no one call when they say they will?
I decided today I have too many emotions. I realized I don't show them well.
No one knows who I am.
I don't know if I like people.
I've been so alone that I'm not even lonely.
This is home.
I could be psychotic.
I could be unreal.
I could just be a product of
not knowing what I feel.
I don't mind the crying.
It's fine since I'm alone.
I need to move away because
these tears feel just like home.