I mourn for the road not taken
I weep for things that pass me by
Regret fills me when I think of wasted time
that could have been better spent.

I regret doing and not doing all the same
Mistakes are made, only myself to blame

I fear rejection and what comes before
the broken courage and a closed door:
an awkward moment
A hesitant question

I bow my head as I always do.
A nod of acknowledgement
I already knew the outcome
it never changes.

I am a book filled to the brim
with stories of my past.
Written through experiences
and feelings I have lost.

Sitting in a crowded room
No one to talk to
A social event
No one knows you

Who are you?
Nice to meet you
Do I know you?
Have some fun

I'd rather leave
But that would be rude
I was invited
"Have a beer, dude"

The atmosphere seems nice
Friendly and cozy
Yet I don't seem to
Find someone who wants to get to know me

I'm all alone
In a corner all night
Drenched in loneliness
A sorry sight

I walk through darkness
adorned by specks of light.
Not enough to help me see
Enough to give the slight

Illusion of eyes peering at my soul
and watching my every action.
Eyes shrouded in darkness
judging my very creation.

Judged by the eyes of those I don't recognize
Eyes of people I don't know.
I walk through life, the darkness
trying not to lose my soul.

I often forget where I am heading
through darkness I get lost.
The eyes judge me as I stray
keep track of who I crossed.

I am lost.

I would paint portraits of you
Printed in Gold and framed in Silver
But the only picture I can Paint
Is in my mind, of you, a mere shimmer.

I would sing for you
If I had a voice that would speak
Outside of my mind too
It falls silent

I would share all I have with you
Thoughts open
To yours, yet my mind
stops my words, leaves unspoken

What I wish to say
I would admire you
A masterpiece, work of art
But my gaze can't even stay

fixed on you, I get only a glance
before I get nervous and look
the other way waiting for a chance
to look at you some other day.

Do I make a mark on this world
Even if it's a scar?
Do I matter in the grand scheme of things
Why did I come this far?

What happens when I'm gone?
The universe unchanged
Oblivious to my loss
It continues on