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Sitting alone,

In the Corner.

The world spins around me,

But I’m not moving.



Life moves on,

And I walk along.

Head down,

Watching my feet below.



My heart races,

Beating against my chest.

It hurts from pain,

It hurts from love,

It hurts from the world.



I swallow my soul,

And spit out my pride.



The dust blows into my eyes,

And the tears roll down my cheeks.

The salty taste stings my tongue.

The road disappears,

And a desert is at my feet.



The hills ahead,

I walk slowly.

My head hung low.

My feet sink into the hot sand.

Burn my feet inside.



My heart keeps beating,

Trying to be free,

Trying to break away.



My soul swells up inside,

It too tries to be free.



Yet my pride is somewhere long gone,

Lost in the world of hate.



How can you have pride?

In a world that fills you with hate?

Hate for yourself,

Your looks,

Your friends,

Your life.



It’s our world,

And we must play the game,

And for now I’m the piece.



The one lost in the desert,

With my head hung low,

The sand burning my feet.

And here I remain,

Till someone comes,

To take me away.