A Man In Pain

Sometimes I feel like giving up Because people have already given up on me. Looking inward for hope. Eyeing outward for reassurance. Maybe my eyes cannot see. I see no one; blackness cloaks my mind. The light at the end of the tunnel leisurely disappearing. Expectations quickly ending. Sometimes I feel like dying Life has no other key besides the one no one can see. My heart is bruised, bleeding to death. Because no one see’s my worth. Is it a crime to be born? To have aspirations, to have your own sentiments. Is being a child a passport to slavery? Did I apply to work this job with no pay? Sometimes I feel like getting naked. Completely undressing my heart, So that people know how I feel. So that they understand that this pain is real. You look at me and you may envy my life. I have everything I need except this. Joy unfriends me at times I need her most. My mind is in another place; I think I’m lost.