You

Bleached tears wash down your waxen cheeks.
O your torrent of anguish speaks
To acid hearts- no sympathy.
The inconsolability.

Demands. Everyone just demands.
So alone, no one understands.
All oblivious to your agony.
The inconsolability.

Altruism. Solve the world's problem.
You can change them. You can save them.
Maybe then they'll understand slightly.
The inconsolability.

You see what's wrong with everyone.
You see how they've come undone.
You see how misunderstood you are.
No one's misery is up to par.


Will you ever be happy?

Hopefully.






The inconsolability.