The Fringe

Standing on the edge, the world’s a hollow shell

Questions in my mind, is it worth to rebel?

Tried to reach the stars, but they were out of sight

Built my hopes too high, now I’m fighting through the night

Pedestals they hold, shattered with their lies

Trust is just a game, under these disguise

All the masks they wear, I see through these lines

Lost in the chaos, searching for signs

Why bother to try, when the world turns away?

Betrayal’s a lullaby, in this grand decay

I am the fringe, the unseen, the unheard

Living on the edge, with every word

Resent this world, its fake illusions and trends

Fighting to survive, where the broken bends

Am I just a ghost, in the crowd’s cold turn?

Or a rebel, waiting to burn?

Standing on the edge, I refuse to pretend

In this world of shadows, I will ascend