what!

The tears fell silently onto his trembling, open hands.
The recent events raced through his mind, ramming hard against his throbbing heart.
"what... what have i done to my life?" he asked, rhetorically.

Life has been chasing of bubble dreams. Jumping, stretching, reaching.
In the end, it's with his very own hands, he shatters his dreams.
Why? Isn't fervor worthy in exchange? Where was he unworthy?
He don't know, and no one can offer an answer-

In this cold dark night, under this faint orange streetlight, he's lonely and no one speaks to him.
He searches for someone, someone who could lend him her ears.
He did find one some time ago, then again, maybe it was another illusion.
Good things last like a flash in the pan.

Chance is like lightning, it never strikes twice.
"How foolish, what nonsense." he remarked and smiled.
His heart almost fails him. Again, more droplets fell to his hands.


Somehow I'm just the repulsive kind of person.
Somehow nobody ever initiates conversations with me.

Why do i always have to BEG to speak?
Do i owe anyone a living? Why is life so unfair?
Its days like this, feeling unwanted is justified.

damnit. AM I WRONG?