Waiting to be forgotten on this lonely journey of life,
walking earth as if alone, the only one on this earth,
pretending that it doesn't matter.
Being used for another's purpose at every turn in life,
yet allowing it for the betterment of others, totally
ignoring self in deference to another in every instance.
Wondering and believing in the absence of the heart, as
it betrays me at every turn, allowing others to break it
in half time and again.
Striving always to be the right kind of person to end in
heaven, yet it seems by other people that I am continually
failing even at this.
Wanting only to participate in the purpose of my own life
and let the justice of others lie in the hands of God,
where mine should only be judged also.
Wholeheartedly, listening and whiling away the melodies
of life, energizing me into realms of another place far
from the verdicts of those that are all around me every
day of my life.
Straightening every crooked turn, yet still not being
accepted for who I am in this distant and careless world.
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