The meadows can't ease my mind, if
all else makes me noisy, why is your
effect the opposite, empathic misery.

Leave me alone, run off with your perfect life
but don't rub it in my face, it harshly
even tells me
why

I

keep
running

I want to stay alive and be enough for someone,
recurring goals, repeating songs,

Self-centered, hypocrite,
but don't be too judging
doors won't budge, in greatly developed
mansions

I'm just an empty house.
spouseless
less of a man
less of a human being
not less than the next
but less than before.