i stand, i sit, i walk in a crowd
nothing weird, all seemed normal
but in reality i am alone
i can no longer pretend
i speak just to comfort myself
i laugh just to amuse myself
i cry my heart out
thats the only way i could ease the pain
they look but they dont see
they hear but they cant listen
they speak but they do not tell
they know but they prefer to ignore
why am i paying this for?
for not being as pretty as balqis
for not being as clever as aisyah
for not being as brave as sumaiyyah
sometimes, it is so beautiful
other time, and most of the time...
it is killing me..softly....