Not Glucklich

Look at me - unfortunate child of the world, in a land of vast riches, a city where dreams are manufactured, jetting from place to place, soaring high, it is your dream, it is their dream. Yet in the shadows I do creep where I seek solace, a moment or two, alone. And on that plank that juts out into waters deep and dark, there were many in moments intimate but all in public they ravaged each other. And then there were we, distance maintained. I do not hold such feelings for you but it is inside me that I hold the deepest pain, sorrow without bound. This I say to myself, you have someone else's dream - not your own, my love. But I have tried - like a drowning person struggling to stay afloat, I have thrashed my arms wildly in these rough waters. To no avail. I don't drown, I'm not saved. I remember her words - like a good little girl, I just want to be held and loved. Such is my plight in gaining acceptance in the world. Love me, cruel world, love me. Without it, I will be lost, unable to love myself. So love me.