Blurred

It all seems so empty. People pass through me and I seem to see nobody. Their faceless expressions stare at me like they know how I feel inside. Their eyes judge me without even knowing my true struggles, how empty does that make me feel? Like I have nothing left in me to give, like all that I am it's not enough and never will be. How can you be so hypocrite? Don't you see that we have the same struggles, the same worries? We are driven by the same ocean, the same waves wash us from the inside of our minds, bringing and taking all the same. 

Don't pretend you don't know how the loneliness feels when you're by yourself. You've both tasted its bittersweet silence, and drowned on its meaning. We like to be alone, but also, we don't. And that's the confusing thing about being. We can love and hate something in equal measures, and depending on the day, we either have one or the other. But never both. 

All I want is to be as I am. Imperfect and full of flaws, I want to love deeply and be loved the same. But in a world full of blur and faceless people, how I can I know what drives me, if not the fear of being alone.