Scribbles

Bee
A room full of people;
Yet cast out alone.
There is nothing more singular
then to be ignored like a stone.

Surrounded yet empty,
Laughter hides the tears.
Self-Esteem becomes imaginary,
Controlled by the simplistic fears.

Casting out that line and
Hoping for a nibble;
Yet it all comes back
To a paper with a scribble.

Lacking the motivation
to try anything more.
To me life has become
Such a long bore.

I await excitement
To process back in.
So I can love life
Like it once had been.

Published by Bee

Writing is a window, an escape. It's the one thing that can take something apart, while simultaneously putting it together. It's a passion, an awakening, and something to keep motivation flowing.  View profile

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