I’m tired of being shunned. Tired of being forgotten and neglected. Sometimes I need to feel at peace and feel like I belong. Ain’t no reason for me to dress it up and keep it bottled in. Where can I go when I cry? Ain’t no solace for me. That’s why I delve in this poetry. It’s the only way I can finally be free, through some creativity. What is it about my so-called life, that every time it’s hard I seek a place to hide. And even though I show courage at times, it’s never enough to compensate for all the heartbreak and lost pride. I’ve probably shed a tear, for every needless fear. I sit and wish for a better day and that it’s near. Perfection’s curse has got me questioning my every move. I’m like the male version of Stella trying to find my grove. Now what’s the point of all this suffering to go on. It seems there’s nothing I can do to make it stay gone. Sometimes I wish I had a ticket, so I could get out of this place, at least just for a visit. But there’s no way for me to leave. It seems a little crazy. The duration of my stay never ceases to amaze me. Staying stuck in this rut seems to be my final destiny. Slowly fading away, wondering what happened to the rest of me. Ain’t no reason for me to fly. Even though I wonder why. Ain’t no reason for me to try. Watching life pass me by.