The Broken Hearted Boy Poem by Peter Vector

On top of life I seem to be,
But reality, the world’s gravity, hits me.
My lovers are lost, and my pain doesn’t fade.
My heart is torn, and good-bye is all some can say.
From the top, to the bottom, why do the tables turn this way?
Under the smile, I’m all alone,
The friends of my past have long drifted away.
Instead I’m surrounded by those that despise me,
And want to toss me away.

I lie face down on the ground,
Cold and alone in the shadows…