LOST

Life goes on like a bullet train

Yet I am the only one left behind

Not knowing which one is my station

Or even where am I going

I stand on this busy street

Everyone is rushing somewhere

Yet I hold on to my broken compass

Not knowing which way to head for

I look around

Looking for a glimpse of compassion

Seeking for a tinge of kindness

Begging for a trace of empathy

But all I got in return was dejection

The people is so cold

They never have a proper look
To realize the lost soul inside of me