I sit alone, though people surround me,
Watching superficial people imitating one
Another, disguising what they really are.
These people are the illusion of perfection.

Outsiders deprived of esteem, are forced to
Wear masks. These masks create the perception
Of perfection.

Reality, where sorrow and suffering is invincible.
It is a place where fears feed on Insecurity.
The insecurity caused by the taunting of those superior.
Those who are superior are oblivious to reality.
Inside they are empty, unable to look themselves in the eye.

Perfection is the distortion created by those who cannot escape
The bitter taste of deceit that comforts their shallow minds.
I long to be different to escape from their blind confusion.
I'm losing myself in their hate

went to farmmart todae. it was quite fun larh. not as bad as i think ^^ first we listen the person talk den we eat the food provided by the sch. not bad lah got curry chicken, hotdog, veg and egg. den after tt we went around farmmart to complete the game given by the person. and we got second~ got a $50 voucher and we each bought few packets of frozen food, coffee and tea. den we went back to sch in a super low class bus = =" nt going to sch tml cos onli stay in sch, not going out XD friday den i go, cos we going to NYP.

bits n bits falling.
rejoining.
n again.
stopping.