I stare at the world and see it as a miserable smile;
The kind that leaves taciturn strangers wondering whether it was genuine at all.
My eyes feel numb and sore from watching everything unfold like a labyrinth
But no matter how hard I try, I can’t close my eyes and dream again.
So I grasp at the lying nightmares constricting my throat and hope
That this time, I won’t have to choke on the truth anymore—
But the world’s still full of strangers with miserable smiles and numb eyes
Still wondering. Still awake. Still unable to breathe.
And I am one of them.