1. Isolation
2. I Cry
3. High Hopes (Disappointed)

Isolation

Isolation
A swirling of images
Some are tender,
Others shards in my side.
Am I what I think I am?
Or do people hate me?
Laugh at me when I'm not near.
Or worse,
Am I a waste?
A waste of people's time?
A waste of God's divine power?
A waste of life.
Standing alone
In a street busting with vitality.
Stranded...
    Drowning...
        Like a desert island.
Loneliness.
Hitting me in clouds of acrid smoke.
They engulf my lungs,
Drowning me from the inside.
What is different about me,
That means I cannot find love.
Still, everyone's different.

I Cry

I Cry.
Uncontrollably I cry.
But only on the inside.
My eyes want to well up.
With my life I'm fed up.
Let downs and reality,
Which my young body...
Inwardly turns into age.
Tears and water as rain,
Form torrential sadness inside me.
I cry.

High Hopes (Disappointed)

The hope is there,
Summed up in a poignant look across fields.
Hoping against hope,
That my future happiness yields.

Good times and bad,
Lead me across a mine field,
Of time which could be worse.
Still heading for this promised joy.

Tension but happy tension,
As the "joy" time apporaches.
Wait.
Smile.
This is such a honey trial.

Now the time should be here.
Disappointment.
No heavenly joy.

Returning to the misery of life.