Drop Like Wallflowers to the Ground

I keep myself busy

So I forget who I am

Because I don't need to be reminded

That I'm alone

Being by myself

Is less tiresome

Then being with the crowd

And standing there

Standing.

Watching..

Waiting...

Wishing....

And wanting to cry

Because you can't

Talk

To any of them no matter what you think

Even at home you are the same

Because no one 

watches, talks, waits, looks

At you

Are we just more independent?

Or we just good at faking

The loneliness we feel

Onto fake smiles and well wishes?

But know what?

It only matters when it gets to you

And you, out of everyone,

Believe it to be true.

Can I  listen to you?