Every now and then
I have a thought
one but many thoughts
Thoughts of how unfair life can be
Of how weird and unreal my thoughts could get
Anyone you may choose
I’ve asked my self over and over again
Why are things the way they are?
Why do I have to toil to get little things in life?
Why is my life very lonely?
In a world of billions of people?
Can you tell me?
You’d probably can’t or may try, but won’t
Why do I feel unwanted, unloved, depressed?
Oh yes! I feel this way
You probably didn’t know,but now you do
More times than you can imagine
But I have HOPE
Hope that one day it all will end
I’d be happy and my life would be fair
I know you can’t help me