Am I the problem or are you? I have no answers just endless questions. You have changed, You are no longer notable amongst the rest, You are one of them now, I have lost you into the crowds; the hoards that enter my life and leave without a trace, Never to return, Never to be heard from… You are not one but many, Another disappointment, Another lesson learnt, I thought I had learnt not to care, Learnt not to hurt, I thought I had grown, matured… Yet the cynicism of age is beyond my reach, Youthful idealism still resides; refusing to depart, Drum, drum it, Beat it mercilessly, Yet it still remains, A glimmer, A small fire burning, Hope. Maybe one day I shall not be disappointed, Maybe one day I will be wrong about you, I start again. Pack my battered suitcase, My ragged cloths, My tear stained garments, I will learn. New ways to ease the pain, To soothe the hurt, To pretend that it doesn’t matter, I never cared. Yet it doesn’t get easier, The years roll on, And the bitterness remains as biting.
Reason for writing:
Self-explanatory.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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