1Walking into this crowd
to face the world alone
Longing to be anything else
other than this faceless drone
Nothing is left for me here
but the memory of smiling faces
Readying for the abuse
as my heart quickly races
I wish I could hold you
and give you something to gain
Gazing up at the ominous clouds
I watch as they down pour the rain
This month is supposed to be merry
Joyful and jolly - or so they say
But I really can't see
what's so perfect about May