Sometimes, there are these moments,
The final moment of clarity.
In the moment that you realize,
That all you’ve ever known,
And always believed in isn’t real

That the people you called your closest friends,
Of whom you thought to know you,
Have always been so far away.
No one really ever understand you,
For a part you stayed a stranger.

As you is a magnet, only connecting to one,
And as time passes, you’re turning,
Slowly being pushed away.
To slow to notice till it’s too late.

You’re on your own again,
As you’ll ever be.
Hurt and misunderstood,
Keeping up appearances