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.