Envy often, I can't seeem to process progress made while I remain stagnant.
Jealous often, foreign skin has become rather extraterrestrial.
Lonely often, I can't seem to get people to stay with me.
Sad often, a smile today can lead to a week long depression.
Angry often, unable to find myself and my purpose.
Hopeless often, to a point where I smile when I contemplate my death.
Alone often, too often, almost as if I was born to be nothing more.
