To endure
on and on
isolation so pure
Loveless
Luckless
A disease
without a cure
Everything
Everyone
Working towards
a goal obscure
Here I stand
Empty promises in hand
I always thought
I'd end up someone
I always thought
there'd be so much more
Everyone I know
has had at least a moment
a fleeting phase of joy
They all have had
Love
Luck
and Lollipops
All I've ever had
is a fading scent
clinging to a crumpled wrapper.