Bubble

[nosside]

Ignored.
Feeling the ache,
from this cold sword
while I walk among the crowd.

Lonely.
I'm watching them laugh,
hearing their sick brains work
while all in my soul's dying.

I keep staring, in trouble
While everybody moves
in their smiling bubble.

I'm not in my world,
I'm not in my soul.
Floating, still I stand.