The Meaning of this Life

Mournful to me. The reason why I’m not happy
is the same reason why you are radiant.
Would you believe me if I told you I wanted this badly
or would you leave this empty shell vacant?
In fragments you proceed to leave me here.
Just when my sadness had began to disappear
this is what I hear:

“Your words are useless to me
it is you, it is not me.
All your hard work has been in vain
so allow reality to set in and endure the pain.”

Realization is worse than reality,
those cruel words spoken from an angel made me brittle
and as my confidence continued to dive,
my mind embarks on a fantasy.
The faith of what I’m after, I sorely realize
that good things do not come to those who wait;
nor do they come to good people.
Why is life so cruel and inhuman?
What does life want from this hopeless vessel?
When will she win what she is after.

This is the meaning of life,
the conclusion is that nothing ever turns out right...

11.20.09