Lying in a pitch black void called my room,
I glance over at the clock;
Its 11:20.
My eyes return to the cold black ceiling.
Closing them softly I see all the mistakes I've  made,
Race through my mind as though they were wild horses.
Silently I name each face I see that I've let down.
As I try to apologize for what I have done,
Their gaze is fixed towards me,
With disgust painted upon their faces.
A warm crystal tear dances down my cheek,
As the images melt away, my mind is at its peak.
About to explode I go into mentation mode.
Thinking of  things I have learned in my life,
Don't apologize if the one whose acceptance you want you know you will not get
The smell of Autumn leaves swept through my window,
As though death was calling my name.
Here I  lay still in  my room,
And still not accepted.