Living through life's mediocrity,
With nobody by my side

No one to listen to my lament
No one to hold me to heart's content
And any rumors I circumvent
keeping me writhing in self-torment

I'm the one percent
Who expresses dissent
In the face of judgement

Nevertheless,
I close myself in this mental convent
In the presence of anyone I frequent

And alone at this desk is where to my frustration I give vent...
Letting my heart, speak it's malcontent,
And in writing, it's true intent

Until I eventually get to the full-stop.