It's the loneliest feeling in the world -
to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down.
To have everybody look at you and say "what's the matter with her?"
Walking down an empty street,
listening to the sound of your own footsteps.
Shutters closed,
blinds drawn,
doors locked against you.
And you are aren't sure whether you're walking toward something,
or if you're just walking away.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
or if you're just walking away
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