Once upon a time, I used to be known.
Wasn't invisible or always alone.
I was recognized for an everyday small amount of fame,
But now people hardly know my name.

It sounds sad and truly it is.
But I'm not crying like it's something I miss.
I'm happy people have become blind.
No more sad hellos', forced excitement, and fake smiles.

Now I enjoy the solitude,
Appreciate the silence and stick to me to show my gratitude.
I don't waste my time trying to interact,
People are a nuisance and that's a fact.

I love the dark because no one can see me.
The light is pretty but it's blinding
The dark is dangerous but it's...