sonic116

This is the world of this average boy, who lives through great sadness and occasional joy. He is not very tall, but is also not short, He is not very skilled at any particular sport. He is kind of soft-spoken, but can be very loud, He gets decent grades that make his parents proud. He is not quite good looking, but is not a great looking guy, He can't figure out what love is but he can certainly try. He has a group of friends that is kind of small, But having just one makes him not care at all. He is a big softy with a slight masculine side, He does not have much confidence, but still has his pride. He does not have any remarkable

I wonder where I am right now Or even if I'm somewhere at all I want to be there but I'm stuck where I am Rooted to a single spot alone. But even if I am here Even I will have to try To see if I am still visible When no one else can see me. But why is it like that? I can tell I'm still in touch with the world Is the world moving on without me? Or maybe the world is not in touch with me, perhaps? I call out to someone nearby To someone I believe I can trust To validate my existence But what if they aren't there either? And the times where there is no one That I can rely on to make sure I haven't completely disappeared I can o