I respect that I am sad.
I feel upset because I am mad.
No one tries, or understands.
This generation frustrates me, and it is difficult to even feel.
Things that are so simple, are multiplied in complexity…
And I am hurt and alone.
No one hears my cry.
No one sees my point.
And I feel like I am doing my best, but I’d rather be in my home.
Heaven, and not Earth.
But this is life, and this is where I need to be.
But it is so difficult to be me.
I wish that someone else could see.
I wish that love was with me.
A beauty and attraction, of communication and passion.
But we settle, and it drives me hurt.
I’m just going to do my best, and hopefully I will be successful in my search.