I hate being alone....

yet i don't talk when i'm not alone...

what is going on with me?

When i feel like speaking,

Is there anyone whose willing to hear?

Or am i just another pathetic being?

I tried to find myself...

Again....

But to no avail.

Sense of nothingness kept on swelling from within,

Just don't feel I should be weeping,

Instead i should keep on trying,

To prevent the past from repeating...

Then again I thought,

Life shouldn't be this bored,

I'll give it another thought,

To rebuild my once crumbled fort.

Life is fickle,

Full of problems and hassle,

But give me a chisel,

I'll carve ya'll's name on a crystal....