O.M.O.

Words won’t bleed this from my soul

I try again and ultimately fail

Someone complains about the temporary

And I hate

I suffer with my undeserving face

A page of pointless words

And this empty life

I laugh now because

Some problems can be solved so easily

A hug

A shoulder

An ear

Yet I starve

So silently I sit in another noisy room

Feeling dead while everyone is living it up

Imaginary friends are no longer enough

Cold yet truthful

They see me as I see myself

Lie to me – somebody please

And tell me that I am not

The Odd Man Out