MEANINGLESS EXISTENCE
Trapped,
Hopelessly trapped.
Unwanted,
Rejected by all.
Needing to be loved,
But disdainfully disregarded -
Everyone’s busy.
Alone,
No one there to hear me cry.
No one saying “Dry your eyes”
Pain,
Deeply troubled.
No one to talk to -
‘Cause everyone’s busy.
There’s no peace in solitude,
It only come through my music.
They alone understand my complexity.
They don’t even know I exist -
They’re obviously busy.
One cares,
But we are separated by miles.
One claims to care,
Only after a serious blow to his ego.
Another claims to care,
About one thing in particular.
They aren’t here -
They’re busy.
