I keep staring at empty places
Where no one cares and doesn't matter
I've tried asking why people are unfair
Because I saw how humanity turned to
But they take it for granted
They take me for nothing
The way they don't care
I keep talking, listening for a while
But they just say we're busy enough to talk too
Like a beggar in the street, busy finding something to eat
It’s just five minutes, they kick me with no humanity
It hurts me yet that's how reality kicks in too
I'm just asking for a little time
But they’re too tired to hate and dislike me
I want someone to love and care for me
Yet no one wants to reciprocate it
Realities hurt me much and too much
I'm just a nobody in the place where I belong
I've done so much, I gave what I could
Yet there’s no reason for me to become part of it
I am nothing and worthless
Just someone doesn’t matter and nothing at all
Why are they doing this
Who are they to tell me what should I do and why I do what I did
No matter how many times I ask
Still, things in front of me were nothing
I am just someone who's lack of love and care
After being compassionate with others
To the people, I care about and trust for
No matter how kind or best I am
Still nothing but faceless
It's just a simple smirk and useless conversation
Life is in this world is no humanity
According to the power of following the crowd
It's just a follower to be followed too
It's one versus society, a crowd versus one individual
I don't know why people treat people like this
Why crowded conversations ruin people in just a blink of an eye
Why do people think differently and follow the crowd for acceptance
It's sad and hard to understand the sequence of event
They will love and care for you
If you have power, money, and popularity
But if you don’t have anything yet
You are just a piece of paper and nothing worthless
You're just a piece of paper and easy to crumble
They throw down and do whatever, wherever they want to do and go
You’re just nobody in the name of humanity
For the sake of being followers of the leaders
—MxGchef
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