Untitled #13

In the madness of my apathy,
Everyone is showing sympathy;
Exposing such of their empathy,
But they can’t really see
How cold I can be.
I am pathetic.

Why can’t human understand
That my mind is scattered as the sand
And I don’t even live on this land?
For they can’t really see,
The madness in me.
I am lunatic.

In this world of shenanigan,
The horror and anxiety began,
So I conceal myself as I can.
Don’t care if they may see,
Craven I may be.
I am that coward.