The crushing weight of winter is weighing on me.
The fickle fellowship of fake friends
tearing tedious tiny tears in their throats
as they live, laugh and love together
with no thought of anyone else but them.
I was quieted from my inquiring questions,
made silent that drove me into madness.
I thought these were the ones that would ground me,
keep me from floating far from here
but I was mistaken once again,
made from the fruit of a fool
who thought those would protect me
that we would love, listen and learn
as we grow tremendously together.
My predestined placement paved a way
for loneliness, losing those I thought
cared for the community of those close.
Once again, I was wrongly wrote off
as if I was nothing, no one needed.
Here I am, wishing for a change.
A change in character, in chance, in choice.
Pick me, please, purposely protect and prepare me
for the perplexity of people's problems
and emotions that flow freely from their
mouths, mocking and mesmerizing me.