I put my headphones on To drown out the noises Disappearing appearance in public so I won’t get noticed Knowing eyes can spot me still Like finding Wolldo As I’m walking they follow So I keep going like they are after me Laughing to self because it’s all Paranoia But thinking on it is destroying my sleep like Ansonia Loneliness is a torture chamber Inside of a mind who thinks that no one wants them For it haunts them with daunting thoughts to feel careless about what others think about them And it’s sad for the what we portray in thoughts Are way different than what it was really made out to be Leaving us to separate of what seeing what life could really be And not to our own meaning
