Aug 10, 2005 01:20
Things are uneasy,
too much on my mind,
I search for confidence,
of which I don't find.
Things end on a low note,
now Im the new topic.
Do you realize your jest,
makes me feel microscopic?
You tell them all,
but I've been left out.
How can I fix,
what I'm not told about?
I hope you understand,
It's to late to cure.
Through your mockery, I realize,
that I'm a failure.