Loveless

In all the time we're alive,
We beg for love,
Entering this world,
Screaming for a scrap,
Of a place in someone,
Anyone's heart,
Live our days,
To what they,
He,
She,
Wants us to become,
"Good girl,"
"Good boy,"
When did we become prisoners,
Of our need,
To be loved,
Like a dog led on a leash,
We pant for it,
Eternally grasping,
Through the movies,
Songs,
Religions,
A deeper bond,
Than what we have,
Can we not simply exist,
In a stagnant pond of simply being,
Loveless.

~Rei Shiori