I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings

So many people around and no one knows me.
I surround myself with artificial beauty, as artificial as my friends, they know how to follow me as a social reference.

So many people around and I avoid to ask myself:
Where do I belong really?

I just wish he'd knew that I'm not decorative that I'm not his servant and that someday it will be over.

So many people around, but someday my loneliness will be known.