Utter Loneliness

Written by Chrishon Brown 

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Fall into the abyss of the black hole

If you dare to stare into the wickedness of nothing

As you see and hear the connection of chains of boys in their gangs and girls in rags

But the phone never has your name

No one calls

No one seems to hear you fall

Not my business I don't care

You are weird

You are an outcast

The popularity contrast

Eyes play trickery

As they trick or treat. . . there's no in between

The means to be seen

But you have to play the part. . . scene

Lights camera action

Subtract the least and make them seem they are a fraction of what you expect them to be

Surrounded by everyone

So far from feeling someone