It’s a sad existence
For me, at least
The simplest things in life
Never cease to fail me
I don't have it hard
I am as plain as Jane gets
My existence is
Pin straight
Dutifully brown hair
Eyes like dark curtains in a dark room
I am merely the wallpaper
The sky behind the sun
Or sometimes the early morning fog
(on my good days)
It’s a sad existence

I have friends of all sorts
But nobody to sit with at lunch
I am probably too bothersome
Like the pigeons that sit on the roof
And peck at the windows
Or maybe I’m the moon
Cherished by night,
But ignored by day
I am as sad,
somber
And sometimes
I burn bright like the sun
(in my good months)
It’s a sad existence

I have love
He sits beside me everyday
But he chooses to ignore that fact
That the room lights up every time
Our eyes meet
And instead
He runs after the girls
who will forget him in a heart beat
Which is ironic
because I often figure he’d do the same to me
But yet here I am
We are very much the same
Running after people we can’t have
(everyday)
It is indeed a sad existence