when is it ever going to be perfect?

have u ever felt so dejected? so depressed? so low-dow on moral?
even the most perfect blossoming flower don't ever feel contented with their beauty.
sometimes the world juz seems to not to desire for ur existence
periodically the love that seems to be surrounding u appears submersed

i anguish in hours of solitude.
i yearn for the affections and attentions that seems to be in hiding.
my arms are outstretched but nobody is coming into them
the emotions i have are hanging on the line, without anything to cling onto

how devastated the loneliest man in the universe must have felt
how undesirable the man who is the biggest failure amongst all must have wept
for such are these worldly status of fortunes
that is somehow similar to my feelings now

i'm was in my highest high weeks ago
but i see my lowest low now
nothing seems to cheer me up
pick me from these obscenely isolated situation of mine

why do i feel the world hates me?
why do i moan the lost of love from my heart?
why do i feel my emotions running on pure nothing?
why do i encounter horrid nightmares and weep myself to sleep?

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