...breaking down...

Desolation.
Whenever I need someone,
It’s always as though I get isolation.
As though I’m a torture-deserving one,
As though I’m inhumane...
Such – the world so inane...

Yes, my expression bears,
The stony mask,
To hide my fears,
To fool you – world – that I am ‘bon’.
My pain – mine alone.
The girl – me – that is always lone.

I used to believe, my dear readers,
That saying of old;
Of eagles being like leaders,
Never flocking, never of the same mould.
I am an eagle – a loner...
Yet I am hardly close to being a leader...

I thought this mask mine,
Would never be revealed,
In front of eyes thine.
Never would I have believed,
That I’d breakdown this pitiful,
That tears would so openly flow – sorrowful...

Whatever.
This is me.
My feelings – no matter.
This is me,
This “weirdo”, this “emo”, this “whiner”,
This loner...

~ another original...rather raw...spur of the moment thing...random thoughts from a forlorn lil soul ~