Crying into dark places
I find it hard to relate
Possessing odd memories of people, time and things
I don’t see the reasons behind the tears
Sympathy is for suckers
The lonely masses, caught in the ideals of conform
My jealousy eludes me
Should I feel for you?
Should I embrace you?
Should my anger rage against you?
Give me the chance
The motivation to be like you
I’ll suffer in silence
Knowing at least the possession of things
You take for granted