What if this life we're living
is nothing but a simulation
surrounded by people
without emotion?

What if we're already dead,
and this afterlife is just a farce;
to fool ourselves we're still around
people whom we can be found
even though our actions
carry no sound.

Like a raindrop without impact
in the massive societal sea,
it's not difficult to see
that we may be the only ones
living life differently,
while everyone else runs
like a casette on repeat
until they bleed.

Hearing the same old words again
the same old problems reoccur
as if my memory and actions
to not repeat mistakes
simply do not concur.

This mundane cycle repeats
as I sink further into the creeks
of negative thoughts I see no end to
invisible to others around
though plain as day from my frowns.

Life makes you think
whether you're "alive"
or simply leading "a life"
you were destined to lead
or follow others in their stead;
aimlessly trodding life
as though their nerves
have been severed with a knife,
nullifying them to the pains of reality,
living life with nothing more
than a false sense of serenity.