Isolation - by Pyro
Like a room full of toys, surrounded by fictional eyes.
Staring in demise, but never full of life.
Plenty of time to count the time, they say the truth always lies in the eyes.
Try breathing with no air, Jordan Sparks!
Every second lost is another minor cost, of your mental exhaust.
They say stop and smell the roses, Season?
Indeed they may smell good, but a rose has thorns for a very odd reason.
It's hard to fit in when you don't belong.
It's like trying to force a square in a circle.
The irony in that is a scare, because if you flip it around, you could always fit a circle and a square.
They say it's lonely at the top, well it's no different from the bottom.
It seems like happiness comes at a cost.
That's not true. It's a problem!
Happiness is a choice and that's free!
Although, acceptance is an expensive fee.
How we all long for that is bliss, like ignorance.
To hide from isolation only with patience and time could we reach complete elevation.
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