Something to someone

I know that I will always be the second choice.

The choice that you don't want to know, how does it feel?

A sharp pain through your chest before every noise,

Even when your heart is stolen.

Why am I still here?

In this poor generation

Where the people want to be more than themselves.

Where everyone is just so fake,

You just love them so much,

You don't realise it, because it's grabbed now with yourself.

The Gen Z is a new generation,

Where it's even hard to be a normal one,

And more to feel it to be,

Something to someone.

Halmágyi Csenge VI. A