This silent night sky is my own,
I don't deserve the sun,
Forever wandering alone,
With nowhere to run,
I tried hiding but somehow they always find me,
Just like they are themselves, they want me to be.
I tried and tried, but perhaps I am flawed,
Every single time something inside me gnawed,
A voice from my soul,
So feeble it sounds,
When I mix with the crowd,
It secretly hounds.
I was never like them,
They can never understand me,
They can only condemn,
They can never recognise me,
Darkness is my only friend,
Sometimes I like the stars too,
They sing a sweet lullaby,
While I hope for my rescue.
I hope, but I won't dream,
Because broken dreams are worse,
Nightmares are at least honest,
And dreamers like me have a curse,
Like a spider we weave an ideal destiny,
Only to be crushed by our cruel fate and reality.
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