So
lonely even in celebrations craze
single and longing for just another taste
popular but carries sorrow in tow
a forced feeble smile he attempts to show
handsome yet always feels ugly below
he is a quandry unto himself, he is low
So
how to relieve this disbelieving stink
how to find that self adoration again
will anyone notice how deep he drinks
so full of feeling, so quick to self-blame
even tired of wishes which never came
a child so wild, so slow to tame
So
now in days of yearning to touch
learning to love, he craves it much
for a truth that is matched and with his own
no one else to please, no place else to roam
in loving, laden arms to call his home
even if and when / wishes never come
So...