lies that are told.
forsaking, forgetting.
causing pain has been accomplished.
do they know, are they clueless?
non-observant of the torture they cause?
do they ever wonder why?
do they ever ponder my same thoughts?
do they ever see through my eyes?
"be happy," they say.
yes, for them that's easy.
they're liked. they're loved.
countless friends, trips, things to do.
they can't contemplate my feelings.
popular I've never been,
and popular I'll never be.
happy?
no such feeling.
loneliness.
everything.
desiring to be loved,
I would do almost anything.
having true friends,
something I'll forever long for.
making plans, not including me.
asking about others, but never about me.
"life is great," they say.
yes, maybe...
for them.
not for me.
it will never be.
the pain becomes cancerous,
piercing every fiber of my soul.
intolerance reaches an extreme.
I just want to shout out to them.
tell them their mistakes.
but I can't...
it's too hard.
they wouldn't understand anyway.
"be happy" would be their only response.
is that a programmed answer,
to people they can't stand?
is there any escape?
any way out?
any way to show them?
NO...
the universal answer.
contemplations, thoughts.
wondering. it doesn't matter.
never has...
never will.
the last chapter...the final sentence.
the last word...the final period.
THE END.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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