I am not the same as the rest, br I am not always accepted or liked, br People look at me as though br I were not human, br I am forgotten, and tossed aside br I feel empty, and lost br Love seems only an illusion, br Happiness, only a distraction from pain br Dreams seem as hopeless as catching the wind, br From this I am forced into this shadowy form, br Where I am worthless, br My existence, miserable, br Pain, the only feeling that satisfies my hunger, br As I feel blood pour from my veins, br The pain of memories, pour from my body br Like the magma from a volcano, br The burning of my memories are released, br Then I sob in tears, sitting in the corner, br As I beg for pity br I realize that, nobody cares br And so, all alone, I die, br quietly…br br Wandering Scarletbr br