The crowd reluctantly awaits you,
a single speck that will not budge.
Your time to move is long overdue,
everyone is running but you trudge.

Your life is tainted with bitter lies,
another's joy are things to detest.
Your excuses add up until it piles,
the heart is too fatigued to protest.

Would you unravel me your mind,
the entrance to your twisted world.
Or would you try to silently decline,
and watch my agony slowly unfurl.