My NTT entry for this week.

Amidst the hustle of the street
A thousand eyes refuse to meet
I’m different so they look away
It happens every fucking day
I once was sad, now I don’t care
Your kind, I see them everywhere
In the stores, or on a train
Deep within it caused me pain
The outcast, once myself I blamed
And then a revelation came
The problem no, it is not me
It’s every one of you, I see
You do your thing and I’ll do mine
You aren’t worth my fucking time
Silence in the chaos loud
I’ll stand alone within the crowd
ยฉ The Beginning At Last

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