You Cry.

You cry out for a dark-winged guardian,  
Your plea for a tangible love was heard.  
You say you are desolate with the atrocious feeling of loneliness,  
But i see the vulnerable and perplexed little girl.  
 
You ask for so much,  
But you think you will not be heard.  
When you ask for little,  
They mimic you with obscene parodies.  
 
You don't want sympathy,  
You do not want to dole on pathetic trivial problems.  
You want something more in this life,  
Something to fill this cavernous hole in your heart.  
 
It seems to be a notorious ploy,  
While others solicitously drive you to insanity.  
while others are reeking with contempt,  
You struggle with the enigma of your own mind and feelings.  
 
So you cry out the pain,  
Struggling with the spite, venom, and hatred of a tortured soul.  
Just see the big as life fact that you are not forsaken and friend less,  
You are valued, admired, and cherished for the simple but all so true deep and raw feelings you express.