I tried to be perfect, and I failed,
And I am reminded of the pain.
My tears fall down like the rain.
The tension in the room, shows on my face.
Just wish I could have some space.
No one likes me, and I struggle with peace.
I feel myself falling to my knees.
Like the woman I am, I remain to be strong.
But " lonely " is the only one hanging around, like a sad love song.
So I nurse the wound with a drink.
It kind of makes me not think.
I become anxious and alert,
And the same scene keeps playing like a piece of art work.
So I try to talk my way out of not being heard.
In a room full of people, which is absurd.
A float away like a piece of driftwood.
Trying to make it on my own, just maybe I could.
And all that time I am screaming inside.
Pleading for just a " Hi "
Can someone see me...
Don't they know, that I regret the person I turned out to be.
Because without them, I'm not me.
Like a piece of driftwood, sailing a float.
Like an anchor without a boat..
©terrylin53
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