I fail to gain one’s sympathy
as pain approaches and is unexplained.
I believe with what’s left of my dignity,
I lose things that should be gained.
Wistful now I bite my tongue
to save you from my thoughts,
loneliness is why these words sprung
rejection is true love’s cost.
There must be someplace I can go
where forever lies and hope’s light is bright,
for me, just for me, there’s a vibrant glow
And sympathy awakens as I put to bed the cries of night.
I refuse this crazy world and its vile plea,
but maybe it’s this world that refuses me.