There really isn't a place for people like us.

There really isn't a place for people like me. The only thing I can do is to breathe in the silence. I'll choose not to speak at all, but my throat is already raw. My voice has become hoarse, my laugh reduced to a chuckle. I have grown tired and exhausted. I'll sleep for now. Maybe I'll wake up to something better.

There really isn't a place for people like you. The only thing you can do is to just live in your world of familiar lies. You will never really change for the better, but you'll follow an intricate path toward the worst. You have become a cancer in my sight, a tumor I can't remove. I should have known better because you were already my mold.

There really isn't a place for people like us. The next best thing to do is to just smile and nod. You can live in your lies, and I'll live with my silence. We'll shrug off everything else--detachment at its best. When we walk by each other, we'll acknowledge the presence, but we'll continue to question the existence.