Taking Shit Personal Since 1991

All the people around you are finding each other.
And you realise,
just how cold it can be on the outside.
That ‘special’ someone found someone else.
Not blinking twice to make an effort to see you.
Why?
Are you invisible?
Not good enough?
Or just meant to be an outsider,
left in the net of loneliness.
You’re watching it all from the curve,
two people.
One living room,
an open fire,
two lips touching,
four arms touching
two bodies pressing against each other.
The images bounce back and forth in front of your eyes.
But you cannot look away,
impossible to look away;
because you feel the need to torture yourself
by watching your heartbreaker’s happiness.
Knowing there’s nothing you can do,
nothing to change,
nothing to put in the grave.
So,
there’s nothing colder than being left on the outside.

Thing is,
you can have your ‘special’ someone,
but in the end
we’re all bones, flesh and blood underneath the skin.
When it comes down to primal instinct,
everybody’s gonna act the same way.
Only fictional superheroes with mutated DNA are special
and we all know they don’t exist in real life.
No one’s special yet,
not even you.