How lonely can this world make me?
How stronger would it push me to be?
How often does it happen to me?
How can anyone give an answer to me?
This world is a greedy place
Where humans think they find solace
But it is just mere space
That disguises itself wit heavenly grace
This world means alot to me
But for it, I am just another flee
Tinier than the tiniest bee
Which isn't worth, a penny
Human beings are wonderful creatures
Who show themselves to b very mature
Inwardly just too immature
Making the self a caricature
A lonely soul would be an alien here
With long faces that gets nastier
Death is easier than such created 'fear'
This fear of being alone always show death so near
Loneliness has struck humanity
Stripping off the masks of disguised sanctity
Showing its inner insanity
Just to pull down the other, to stupidity
There is no end for the worlds cruelty
There is no end to each ones sweet coated mentality
How then can there be, in this world, serenity
When All of humanity strive to kill each other's dignity