Mahjong,
Individualism can be cruel.
The misalignment between perceptions hits like a wall.
Blunt force trauma to the heart and soul.
You attach a label to the people you meet.
A lover, a friend, an enemy, noise.
It's like a convoluted game of Mahjong,
where pairs often are just delusions of the mind.
To my lover, I'm a friend.
To my friends, I feel like noise.
To the world, I feel like an enemy.
To the lucky ones that call 'Mahjong,'
devote yourself wholeheartedly.