Trouble

He looks for trouble and doesn't wait for the trouble to come and find him. Clenched fist, anger and frustrated power surging through every vein. He doesn't like the way you walk, or the way you talk. It's all your fault, watch your step.

I know

I am wasting my time, there's no interest there to others. It's like talking to the dead, they can't hear me. They are rotting, decaying and dead to the world. They see no beauty in anything, hear no sounds. Life is passing me by, but nobody can hear me. Never good enough.

Shadow

Shadow. Sometimes I feel like that is all I am, just a shadow. A shadow on the edge of my own life, on the fringes of the darkness it's so hard to live in the light once the shadows have cast over. Darkness envelopes me and pushes away the shiny people, the ones who radiate the light. I will never shine.

In pieces

To lose a game you didn't know how to play