Recluse

As the tears fall upon my face, alone I weep in my own disgrace

For the chances of life that I have let slip by, all I can do now is cry

For the memories I cannot forget, the pain and hurt of my regrets

The scars not visible but oh so deep they simply reaffirm why I weep

For this life I have lived I’ve always distrusted what others had to say

As the placid drops drip from my eyes I simply gawk and ponder why

A fate so tragic and discomposed such hollow melodies of dreams foretold

I weep lowly once again; the streaming tears always drop in the rhythm of a cruel clock

“Why cruel fortunate must I be alone, am I so repugnant to those I grown to know?”

The question it goes about in the form of a teary shout

I’ve known the answer for so long, playing around in my head like a song

“You never gave them a chance, you see. You’ve tried to avoid the worst in thee”

“For one who acted so cold, your heart was the softest in a world that loathed”