LONELINESS

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror,
my hands on the counter of the sink.

I can see red cups beneath my eyes.
Crickets' chirps echo in a far away world.

Why aren't I smiling?
Oh that's right... I'm lonely.

Why did you have to that?
All I ask for is little things.

Then again, it's your life.
You should be living it.