Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 211
Despite being surrounded by people on all sides, I am cornered. I am but an extra, part of the scenery where others perform. I have no leading role in this imposed script. Even surrounded by millions, none of them belong to me; I am a stranger. Indifferent individualism is the social norm. I may be in their midst, yet I am isolated in my own world. Wearing masks that hide my identity. Silencing the voices that mutter my true pain. Pretending is necessary for survival. Pretending that I care, pretending to believe that others care about me.