The world turns with you at its center.
People racing about you, buzzing like bees.
So consumed with themselves that they fail to take notice
Of the simple things that are happening around them.

None of these people know my thoughts.
They don't see my struggles.

My world is people.
I am nothing without them.
They feed my senses, and give life to the husk I call my body.

The person I am when the husk takes over
Is not me,
Rather them in an unfamiliar...