subtle-exasperation

I fail to meet the qualifications and specifications Of a full heart desired by all to none. Under a rock lies my will to live on In your shadow with no redeeming factor. Turned away from the light of love, a shade pulled over Eyes like a bird in a cage, asleep and clueless to What goes on around me at all times, attention is lost On me and my futile attempts to sustain expectations. Faults in every direction, never seeming to reconcile My thoughts on many subjects, each unique and oblivious. Every action, word, thought, wrong in its own way Never perfect, in an imperfect world who would expect less? You alone play my game that I