Labelled

About being labelled, either literally or not.

Why does no one want to be
anything to do with me
I just wish that I could see
Blind

No one is ever there
I try so hard not to care
But this I can hardly bear
Alone

Up above the world so high
Praying, praying, please don't die
All of this cause of a lie
Irony

Listen close, hear the wind blow
Burning hot, I would know
Whispers loud, keep it low
Secrets

The madness is now overtaking
All these senses are awaking
Easy now, can't stop shaking
Crazy

Going low, a falling bid
Looking down, wish I had hid
All around, off the grid
Worthless