I'm disgusted when I peer into the abyssal depths of my fear.
All of my cynnical faces are snearing at me while I tear.
Streamlines of salty sensation, like a waterfall mixed with terror,
Drip deep into the ravine that mercilessly enslaves me with error.
The error of never really knowing which way I'm supposed to go,
With love, friends, money, and strange habits noone knows.
Bereft of the knowledge that it seems to take to be accepted,
By females I don't know, or the ones who aren't psychotic and defective.
I once believed I didn't need to look, for the one was near.
But the one that I faithfully wished, and waited for, became unclear.
So now I sit at night, pondering a blind and dark decision,
Of whether or not I can be satisfied without a clear vision.
With my life, I was made to be grinded into a sadly patient man.
In my room for years it seems, longing to find love with no plan.
I don't see a reason to strategize how I live just to be needed.
What I am is what they would get, only they don't grasp the signals heeded.
I love who I am, but do not understand, why my best just isn't enough.
There's nothing I can do, its so sad, so true, that life without a girl is tough.



- Danny Wharton

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