Those Thoughts

In company still alone
In public or at home
Never being understood
Makes you reminisce on all that you could

Lack of communication breeds misunderstanding
Emptiness yearning for attention and demanding
Isolation screaming for what we agreed
Feelings like betrayal breaking chains to be freed

So What killed the cat created optimism
Yet Reality’s penetrating like a blinding prism
Sadly I’m slowly inquiring if we did change
Or if it’s all manipulation being used to maintain