• Sitting alone in the dark corner thinking
    Am I missing something?
    You hang with the goths and the emos.
    But neither myself.
    What were you thinking?
    That I would find a place to belong.
    Are you an outcast?
    Maybe.
    You like dark corners, dark colors, and plainly darkness
    But I hate pain and suffering.
    Instead of wishing evil on others
    I wish peace and happiness (most of the time...).
    Instead of weeping tears
    I wish of cheerful laughter.
    You ask, 'Where do I belong?'
    I answer, 'Somewhere in this world.'
    You ask, 'Who am I?'
    But in my mind, blankness appears.