Poetry Corner: No Love

I’ve done to much to feel alone especially how I’ve always made everyone feel at home.

They don’t know every time I get a moment to myself I get to reminisce & tears start to run down my face.

All these achievements & success but people can’t see the stress always working hardly getting any rest culmination of unhappiness, and they say I’m blessed how no real friends but check the numbers 500+ contacts in my phone.

If this was the jungle I was young Simba I couldn’t wait to be king only to realize how fragile life would be like a yo-yo dangling on a string, how could it get so bad where’s the love at the top but somewhere I must’ve took a wrong turn how’d I get to this place?