I can talk to a thousand people
At once with ease
That's when I truly feel at peace
Whoosh! Comes the alter ego
The bruised and battered,
Antisocial butterfly flapping its wings
That's when it stings
I am well connected but lonely!
Happy but sad!
Hardworking but lazy!
And suddenly the world turned hazy

I ignore the ones
That like me the most
But I readily chase
The most unavailable of the lot
Even if it costs me my heart

Pining for the past...
I think to myself,
How much I would love
To replay those memories
Again and again
But i keep forgetting
About their existence
As if they had never ever existed
In the first place