How does it feel to be ruined
by all things you choose to do?
I'm sure you hit the sack crying
wishing you can stop it all at once.
But why mourn for the things
you brought it to yourself?
Aren't you ashamed?
I love the state of you being miserable
as much as I love watching you over wet pillows.

How does it feel to be an outcast
surrounded by people you laugh with?
Nobody notices your existence
but you still try to fit in.
Keep trying till you set yourself on fire
for I know, all this time you are the problem
You're a clown, don't pity yourself.
I hope you'd stay the same being cut off-
cut off from the circle like pizza.

© Limatoshi Longkumer