Stung

I feel guilty, For something I didn’t do, Am lovelorn, Hurt beyond measure. Even after taking an oath of fealty. The state of me being grandeur…… Isn’t there no more. I cry like a babe! All these bog me down, The pressure within me, Even the saplings will die by feeling it. I get this treatment because of the faute de mieux in me Am ain’t an extrovert but everyone is so gruffy to me, Being a baronetcy is worth than this, Gypsies are revered in a parlor at a foreign land, I cry like a babe! Everyone ebbs away and I cry, Who will lull me? With this I will be caroused each day, The trusted people nail you at last, I love and I get despised for nothing, An lonely and I have ceased being lofty, How am I …….. Earls cry while in depression, Loving truly and you are looked down, My love take it slow, Even the sun sets in paradise, Let me cuddle my wound. I cry like a babe!