What are feelings? Do they really matter? Surrounded by people, With stupid lies and chatter. Feelings don't exist, Atleast not for me. Because this world is full of con, There's no place to be free. There is a story, A story had I heard Of a small innocent girl, In this impure world. She was nice and polite, Innocent as can be. But soon she realized, "This isn't the place, I imagined to be!". Soon the lovely people, She thought were good. Turned against her side, Imposterous as they could. She was broken into pieces, Smaller as they go. Her little world turned, Into tears and woe. Soon I realize, Who could it be? Indeed it was no one, No one but me.