I drag myself through endless days
too weary with pent up pain for tears..
I struggle silently, searching for ways
to avoid the anxious panic of my fears..
It’s not always possible to escape
from miserable memories, from loneliness..
I cannot continiouslly wear a happy face
when haunted hopelessly by sadness..
I often wonder, futilly if this life
would be better, happier if I got it over..
But then, time after time I arrive
at the point of reality to once again discover:
It is just another hollow misfit’s dream.
I have to stay in this relentless stream..