Fan Fiction ❯ Unreal ❯ One-Shot

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

These shadows on the walls are cast by those unreal.
They show their faces only because they cannot feel.
They go about existence as they always have.
Change does not effect them, whether good, or whether bad.
In their breath is silence, without use behind.
Their voices have a feeling that is unlike mine.
I look into their depths of eyes, and see nothingness.
I wonder if these faces once held happiness
Why are they so different?They look just like me.
They are sepreate, they are different, making me the only me.
How can it be?
It can.
I do not see why this existence stands as so.
What is the use of stoic natures? Waisted and unfullfilled.
How can this not be real? They are infront of me.
Am I alone because I'm the only me?
This shadow on the wall is cast by her unreal.
She shows her face only, because she cannot feel.
In her eyes is nothingness, because she cannot feel.
She shows her shadow only, because he's is not real