There seems to be great expectations within us all
Yet never enough content
All the lurking eyes look upon us
Waiting for us to go through torment

People put there faith in others,
Waiting to be touched my the arrow of love and devotion
Relying on others to close the empty space in your soul,
And dedicating yourself to bring them happiness,
But what you get is a cold slap to the face,
And the lost of your own self image.