The tears who never come out
State of an utter illusion
Dubiousness from the bout
I miss the times of emotion
Here I am alone being in a croud
Numerous mistakes keep stinging
Restraining whispers which are incredibly loud
Inside goes me another world which I am scared singing
Apologies as it is hard to say
If I am above or under water.
Although it is effortless, we are the prey
I don’t know why? I wish I could ask the plotter.