We would like to think we are wiser and above all these teenage hippy trends that share their love to the world. Thats so immature, we say. Those are show offs, we say. They wont last like we will, we say.
Little did we realize, our isolated happiness, turned into my isolated sorrow.
Since no one knows we exist.
No one knows what I feel right now either.
The silence has been amplified threefolds. So much for being "above it all"... and now I am the fool below.
I am the fool below.
