A CRY

I gave the world a desperate cry,

For my soul was torn, left to die.

Still I wait, trembling, alone,

In the mirror, a loser I've grown.

Call me cruel, call me vile,

What's the point of this life, so fragile?

Living with a coward, so weak,

If not to make a child, unique.

I gave the world my very core,

Hoping to help, to open a door,

For those like me, who write with pain,

But in return, I get only disdain.

Look at me now, so lost and bare,

Still seeking comfort in words I share.

In this world, I drink Coca-Cola too,

Yet somehow, I'm not quite like you.

Among illusions, misunderstood,

I'm more than any wait or wish could.

I'm the link to a light that gleams,

Shining bright through all my dreams.