It’s like a black room with no door.
The only escape is the window,
and it’s out of reach.
It’s like a bus filled with commuters,
there are no seats and your presence is unnoticed.
It’s like the busy New York streets.
Belongings are dropped when bumped into,
but everyone keeps passing by.
It’s like taking a walk,
but you end up where you started.
It’s like turning on your music,
but only to hear the silence.
it’s like having emotions and having no one to understand.
It’s like having a voice, but no one can hear your words.
It’s like knocking on a door and nobody’s there.