Place.

We look all around trying to find our place.
Back and forth, side to side.
Never really finding our way.
Confused, we jump sidewalks hoping to land softly.
Worried, we pile make-up on our face hoping to be noticed.
Finding that niche no one can see is harder then you thought.
All that wasted energy on fake conversations and hopeful glances.
When in the end : Sidewalks, make-up, and niche's...won't matter.
You'll just be mad that you wasted your time.