The puny look at them with awe,
Wishing they could be without flaws.
The insignificant get mesmerised by their beauty.
As if they were just made to fulfill a duty.
They yearn to make an impression like them.
But don’t realise that their lives are a mayhem.
They realise how trivial their problems are.
When they look at those-who-are-distantly-far.
But they don’t realise how they constantly bear,
The ones who are similar to them don’t just don’t care.
They are just so incredibly lonely,
Since the ones similar are far way only.
The ones who aren’t so similar have others who’re just the same,
Leaving them, to play a very lonely, lonely little game.