Feel like an alien, I’m walking through the streets,
As if under siege, I’m surrounded by a crowd.
Sometimes we have to forget about our dreams,
But I can’t focus on real world, always in the clouds.
Other people are existing formally,
But aren’t existing for me emotionally.
They all are the same - gray mass,
I see the world as a set of clear facts.
It looks like I was misdirected.
Tell me, is the Earth really my home?
Maybe, I’m from another planet,
Or this all is caused by my syndrome?
Of course, I was born on Earth,
It was just a beautiful metaphor.
But there is some truth in it too,
The world around us is a predator.
I learn how to communicate,
As if I'm new to this society.
Loneliness is my inevitable fate,
I just need to get rid of anxiety.
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Feel Like an Alien
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