I know it - vain - to plead for Love
When others - more bereft of it
But on darkling thought - I rove
That Love is leaking away - in bits
For my masochistic moods
Manufactures mundane misery
The burden - of contrition
Outweighs my joy and glee
All see my misdemeanours
And call out - angrily
But I do not seek attention
It's you who chose seeing me