I do not hold a grudge against the human existence
Yet sometimes I wonder,
Is it a coincidence?

When all is silent I truly ponder
Is it only me?
Or do the eyes of others see as I see?

Late at night I lay awake
Thinking, worrying,
Do I come across fake?

As I wake and face each brand new day
Seeing, visualizing,
Judging beautiful sights as just "okay."

Laughter, regular casualties, daily routines
All is well and I still wonder,
Am I like other teens?

I overly worry but when the day ends
And I face myself,
All the answers lie in the eyes of my true friends.