Existing within an austere abode,
Surmised to transcend my own self.
Their scrutinizing looks fell on me as a heavy  load,
And yet I pulled myself together.

All of my paths turn into a fiasco,
As I sounter into the dark.
A million eyes coerce me further,
And yet I pulled myself together.

Dwelt close to some kind souls,
It wasn't long until,
Dusk took over and everything turned cold.
And yet I pulled myself together.

Wounded and bruised all over,
Scurried in search of light.
All of my residual hope,
Splintered into a thousand pieces.

And I tried pulling the pieces together,
Hurt myself in the process.
I peered into the gloom,
Found them walk past my body.

© darkmoon696
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