Algo que me robé de algún blog...

Sitting lonely on the street
just looking around
people passing by
One by one
thinking about their problems
all seem very worried
everything is black and white
all the ones you see
are trying to solve
one problem at once
why i'm not worried?
why my problems seem so vain?
am i real?
why i just cant be like them?
just another one
passing by
why does anyone seem to be like me?
am i alone?
i dont know
im just waiting lonely
hoping someone show up
and let me know
that the world is not vain
its not empty
that somebody cares about
other than themselves
that someone who knows
all i want to know
that one
the one
im sure it would show
until then
im just going to wait
im wearing a mask
to disguise who i really am
ill have to live by their rules
until the day comes
the day im going to be free
cuz i dont want to be like you
not anymore
ill make my own rules
ill live how i want to live
not thinking what would people say
cuz really i dont care
im raising my voice
someone has to listen
thats why im leaving you
im leaving to my world
the world with no stupid rules
with no judgements
with no harm
you can call me crazy
and maybe i am
but ill stay like that
until the day i die..