Oh, the complexities of blame and choice,
In this tangled realm of fate and love's voice.
No, I don't wish to dwell in solitude's embrace,
But amidst company, my soul feels misplaced.

To be alone, selfishness does it imply,
Yet in another's arms, loneliness slyly lies.
If not alone, martyrdom or sycophancy I'll be,
No, I yearn to escape this dichotomy.

His thoughts dance, harmonizing with the wind,
Fresh, crisp, like new journeys about to begin.
A prince of dreams, expectations he embraces,
But for people like us, choices are empty spaces.

In the gutter of our thoughts we reside,
Deemed unworthy, by society's pride.
In houses of pain, we...