Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future

I thought this noxious pain would abandon my agonized heart after a while I thought if I could write better it would ease on me Maybe my tacks were wrong, I couldn't find my way to exist, still a character of a juvenile They mocked my will, my reasons, my need to smile No matter how old, never will be mature enough I came the last, cried a bit much, been called the spoiled infant They refused to see the unpleasant substance runs in my veins That I was a bit too lonesome, compared to the rest. I tried to hold onto the little ones, they arrived long after me; Even my eager attempts were not solid enough for them to see. Now I found my company, he took my solitude, turned "I" to "we" All I needed is his camaraderie, only his devotion, love, caring Still feels too great to ask a little sympathy, From the ones who stood before me Never have the right to feel, just a naive employee.