Limerence

Why me?

I perhaps have never shed more tears than I did today,
Perhaps have never felt such tremendous dismay.
Perhaps this is the feeling when I'm drowning alone with nothing to do,
Nothing to survive on, nothing to hold on to.
Even a shipwrecked man has a spar for support,
For rest, even a ship has it's port.
But I? Where do I find rest?
Where do I find my treasure chest?
Why did I have to be the dandelion which is lost in the air?
Why am I the person about whom no one cares?
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