Desolate Dreams

Life is not what it seems,

Reality disguised by dreams.

Falling towards all the wrongs,

Like a desolate, depressive song.

Chances lost and weakness gained;

Standing lonely in the rain.

Heart pointing to the wrong ones,

Wishing I had feelings for none.

Sick of this crap of emotions gone wild,

Sick of feeling like an insolent child.

Cut out my feelings and make me numb,

So that I won't be as dumb

As to fall for those with whom I stand no chance,

In this adolescent hormonal dance.

Immaturity and pathetic choices,

Shout out those stupid little voices.

Leave me be,

Let me be me.

Stop these complicating things;

These desolate dreams reality brings.