The multitude of people draws around them,

Drawn like moths to the flames  within their stems,

The groups of inklings drift past my sullen figure,

Teleporting to the brighter caricatures,

The gaze of millions are unwilling to notice my alcove,

But pass it by to join more energetic covens,

Caught up in the need of adoration,

I set myself up for a thorough personality resignation,

Leave the safety of the library's walls behind,

Join their crew to nameless shopping malls,

Every breath mists out foggier than the last,

Every word crawls out hazier than its past,

My self mirror protrudes a different shadow within its depth,

A hazy shadow that has no drop of uniqueness left,

I try my hardest to continue in this trot,

Fixing and breaking myself according to the people's treasure of worth,

I want to feel liked by all,...