I'm not allowed to feel jealous anymore, yet all I want to do is break down and cry.
I'm not allowed to talk to her anymore, and she doesn't want to talk to me.
I can't allow myself to say her name, yet it always comes to mind.
I can't allow myself to feel, but there are times I cry myself to sleep.
I'm not human; I'm inhuman. I'm hated; there is no love for me. I live; they want me to die. I'm depressed; they don't want me to feel anything.
I'm not allowed to think what I want, and I can't allow myself to have what I want...
I have only solitude in this mortal realm.
How can any call me friend if they only betray and hurt me?
How can any call me friend if they don't want to talk to me?
What am I?
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My Lousy Life
I was once asked why I seem so depressed all the time. The reason is very simple, but, just perhaps, an illustration would help.
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