There's nothing but jinxes.
Lots of whiners and stress.
There's nothing more than despair.
That comes to me, fair and square.

I don't see any reason in this realism
From literature for you to be so enthusiasm.
And so goes to sweetness and music.
All of these make me sick.

All people around see me as a joke.
I'm broke, broke and again, broke.
I don't see why we are bound
To keep our limits on the ground.

Left out in the cold,
Frozen to death.
So shabby, yet so bold.

The sound of sword sheath.
Cutting through the atmosphere.
Cutting through my shed.

And they found me there.
Frozen and pathetic.
They brought me here.

So I can stop being sick.
And become a part
Of the new society's gimmick.

I just want someone to laugh with
Not laugh at
I just want someone to pat me.
I just want someone to chit and chat.
Someone to be with.

But who will it be?
Who will come to me
When all has left?
Who will make me happy
When all treats me like a pet?

Will anyone ever find me?
In this cold and lonely shed
Of fluff and filler?
So that I can be happy
Forever after...?

Oh, little kitten.
Letting out your little sounds.
So shy, yet so confident.
Like a little puff on the ground.

Curling up like a ball.
Just burying into the grass.
No worries, you shall.
As you're a very cute little lass.

As shy and as confident you are.
You can drive another person crazy.
You're like a little nectar
That makes me happy.

I've been crying.
Like a child I am.
Since 9 AM.

I shouldn't be.

I'm just sitting.
Sobbing all over.
While the rain covers.

What should I be?

But I know.
After the rain.
Sun shines again.

A ball of sunshine.

Happy and cherish.
Everyone is.
I feel like it.

I felt like it.

Happy and cherish.
Everyone is.
I'm not like it.

I haven't been.

Happy and cherish.
Everyone is.
What's about it?

I don't understand.

Happy and cherish.
Everyone is.
Especially when they look at me.

Funny.

And I think I broke the poem again.

Where are the people when I needed?
Where are the inspiration when I pleaded?
Where are the curiosity when I questioned?

Where is the empathy when I begged?
Where are the reasons to live, when one lived?
Where are the times, we hugged?

Where are the wonders I pondered?
Where are the answers when I'm confused?
Where are you, when I bled?