By Sunder
I'm alone in the depths of the bustling streets
--ignored, unheard, unseen, unloved,
Skipping no beat in the city midst,
Living life as a useless dud.
No greater purpose for mine own life,
unwanted by the Unconditional Lover.
No karma, no power, no talent, no strife,
no fate of legends, a predestined loser.
The moment I was put in this world, I cried.
I cried out from my heavenly descent.
I was born alone in the wildlands where
I'm bad at literally everything there.
A shout filled with regrets fall on deaf ears.
The mirror is that of a boring star
shooting unobserved in the sea of glass
--a mat stuck on classroom doors.
We're trapped in laws made by the very unknowable.
It's all a pile of bullshit.
We run and run until we're out of breath,
never realizing it's all useless in the end.
She shows a middle finger, He has his own life.
The others are running hastily too.
Sometimes I envy them with no end in sight.
I'll dance instead to my lonely tunes.
I face my mirror with its foundation of lies.
It was never supposed to be like this but time flies.
I regret every single thing that led me up to this point.
I'll regret again if it means I learn and not disappoint.
If you want to be loved, say you want to be loved.
No one will understand if you don't say.
Dripping from my overused throat is blood,
even the goddess turns her head away.
Find your soul made with celestial dust.
Shout as a laughing idiot with another maniac.
Rub sandpaper to shine the rust,
You'll find you have other people behind your back.
No one knows the truth of why we're alive.
No one knows how they were even able to survive.
No one knows what the end is like,
Nor even know what they'll find in life.
Sorrow that fills my lungs, I cathartically expel.
My night has come for me to shine.
I may not be a hero in principle,
but not stone is this heart of mine.