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Withering hope transpires

   the laughter in the world

                                 surrounds me.

 

But I'm excluded

   because of immature games

                                 childish ways.

 

My hopes discover a fraility

   My heart steers from hostility

        "What is the answer?"

I ask within my misery

  Why can't I just ignore them?

      Why do I have to restore their happiness

                     because of my despair?

      My heart is hurting;

                     it is not fair.

 

But people are stubborn,

      that-  I have come to find.

Why can't I pretend to be blind?

 

Because now I am giving them satisfaction,

     With my lack of interaction.