please please please let me get what i want

Sometimes I wonder...am I the only one who feels this way?

am I the only one who goes through life

doggedly trying to fix my mistakes?

Every action becomes an attempt

to leave a footprint on this earth

but others, others who pretend to follow in my footsteps,

they instead wipe the surface clean

erasing all traces of me, of my existence.

Do not complain to me of your petty misfortunes

the others, perhaps, may lend an ear.

But I cannot sympathize.

They who have borne the world on their shoulders

think little of those who cannot even lift a stone.

It is best, therefore, to suffer in silence.

The sounds of weeping are already enough to echo in the cavern of my heart,

and anguish need not be voiced so that it rings in the halls of the world as well.

"Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

I have been half in love with easeful death,

Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

To take into the air my quiet breath;

Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

To cease upon the midnight with no pain..."

---John Keat's Ode to a Nightingale