Empty.

You feel all alone in your world.  
I would to if i locked myself in an empty room.  
Empty except for one think.  
A clock.  
Its ticking,  
Time goes by.  
You watch the hands move,  
As each second passes you,  
The world you live is plane,  
But yet ammusing to you.  
To sit there most your life and watch that clock.  
Slowly move its hands.  
All it does is tell time.  
You living in hell.  
Time to make a change.  
Get out and live.  
 
You think your living in a box with a clock.  
Are you crazy,  
Or just insane.  
 
The world out side,  
Is the most amazing thing,  
But you cant see that,  
You dont want to escape your perfect little world.  
You dont want to be free.  
Your afraid,  
People might judge you.  
How you look,  
Talk,  
Smile,  
Walk.  
People these days dont want to see the true beauty of a human.  
All they want to see is whats on the out side.  
There could be this one stunning babe,  
But on the inside shes ugly,  
She doesnt like you for you,  
She wants you as her trophy.  
 
Another to add to her little collection.  
Just a toy, a game to play.  
Your nothing to her.  
Maybe instead of looking at wants on the outside of someone,  
Try and see the inner beauty,  
Its so amazing what you see.  
They could make you happy,  
Make you laugh and smile.  
They could be your world,  
Your sunshine.  
Not that little trophy collector.  
You want someone normal.  
Some one you can look foward to seeing the next day.  
 
Some people in life should stop and think,  
Does this person make me happy,  
Do i truely want to be with them.  
Or am i just playing along with this game.  
 
Maybe you should think,  
Long and hard about who and what you truely want and makes you happy.  
Makes you feel ontop of the world.  
And not this little toy.  
Dont put yourself in a postion,  
Where you continue to fake a smile,  
Fake to be someone your not.  
You could be living a lie.  
No one wants that.