Sitting alone, traveling far without a single friend.
This day seems like it’ll never end.
Putting on a mask, I stay calm or rather I pretend.
Scared I am, some people pass their illogical judgment.
Expectations lead to disappointments.
“Forget about everyone” I murmur.
Still I think about them, a soft voice whispers.
Why am I so different? I feel like a stranger.
I am taken aback by reverie.
Maybe I have a best friend within me.
Still, I do get tired of my thoughts occasionally.
This day never ends, I keep wondering.
Viby speaks his mind! 