Lost on a loosening rope, and lingering.
What's the use of a house filled with people,
If l habitually feel like leaving?

With family,
I am told to my face when I'm not needed.

Among friends,
There is an undeniable awkwardness.

And with strangers,
Well, I wish I would care less.

Though, to every person, I hope there is no offense.
'Cause why I feel apathy, even to me, is not quite evident.

As sometimes the happiness shared with others,
Doesn't seem worth the resulting pain that bothers.

And I know those are parts of the ups and downs of life,
It sparkles like stainless steel before it stabs like a knife.

But I already confuse myself as it is.
Hence life's imbalance doesn't put me at ease.

So all I seek for is some time away form the troubles,
Though without it being irreversible is still a struggle.