Sometimes I feel isolated,
I'm so on my own.
The world is moving quickly, swift.
Yet I am all alone.
Everybody's on fast forward,
So in tune, in sync.
And I just stand amidst it all,
I don't know what to think.
Life's a blur of coloured motion,
Except for where I stand.
Waiting for this rollercoaster,
To, at some point, land.
Decisions, expectations flood,
And yet I feel so small.
Inconsequential little girl,
How do I stand tall?
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