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thinking of what to say to make today a better day. but all i see is clouds of grey with intentions of storms on their minds. it's all so dark when i dont know your face a disgrace to your friendship, your love encircled in voices and faces and such im aloneishly surrounded by faces that see but they don't see through me all they see is my "smile and nod" and when its all gone or when i have left what should i look to then? everything was nothing, and nothing is now. and throughout it all a silent phone. and ring, and a jump an answer, and a frown conformity and routine in a life only seen through my body and not in my eyes. look past my body and inside my eyes to my soul. its not tortured, but lost. alone and sad. still smiling and waiting for acceptance.