Isn't it ironic how
when you want to be
alone,
you can't find an
empty park bench.
But when you need
some one,
all you hear are the crickets.
And everybody's got an
opinion that just ******
you off, about the way
you live your life.  
Doubting that you'll
make it,
you can't do it.
The only time they want
you is when pay day comes,
and their sticky fingers
****** your profit
before you can even
buy a coffee.

How much can a person
take before they
give up?

I'm still figuring it out.