These are the moments.

these are the moments where i feel the most alone. whose really to blame but my own.. self. I'm left to collect dust on the shelf amongst the forgotten. it's not often i find myself down. but its often i find myself hiding this frown. turn it around! upside down even! believe me. I've tried. I've envisioned myself flying high above the pain. above the misery that leaves me feeling so disdain from the people around me.. you can find me in the corner. clutching a wrench to fix the pieces left to be mended and if you should happen to desire my presence, then.. well.. thank you. i can't hide the stage of awkward motion I'm in right now. more than a fictional character left to find her happily ever after. again, no one to blame but myself. could that be the reason for my concentrated hate? that i have no other reason nor person to blame for this wait? that i must adhere to myself and pick up the call all on my own? maybe that's the reason that these are the moments where i feel the most alone.