Unknown Date – 3

i’m sitting in a room full of people
yet I feel alone
sorting through my memories
of things I never brought home

they’re on a different planet
to what I feel inside
and the thoughts and dreams I possess
confuse their empty minds

they’re all prisoners to this world
slaving for something they don’t deserve
worshipping imperfect human kind
what is their motive in life?

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