I want be loved
but I love to hate,
so if pain is love
then my pain is fate.
my voice is spoken
that goes unheard
a presence in the flesh
where no one turns.
lonely in the world
is how I see most of my days,
filled with pain and stress
and still smile in your face.
still I put myself out there
day after day,
searching for lifes treasures
and get it thrown back in my face.
hoping for a glimpse
or even a taste
of this thing I can’t grasp
that I want someday.
so I stand here before you
waiting for a sign
of a love I so desperately want
I can’t seem to find.
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