Inspiration Hit
The world crashes around my shoulders,
An avalanche of giant boulders.
Everything falling apart,
I've made losing control a fine art.
It's nothing of which I am proud.
This I say clear and loud.
I am an expert in watching things fail,
My efforts lack success to no avail.
So many nights I cry,
Never do I get the guy.
So many times I feel hated,
Loneliness seems something I've created.