True Love is a Myth

After all, I now deduce...

True Love is a myth

I hate to say nor admit it

But I'm forcing myself to believe

For this 'true love' that I assume

Gives me the ache that I haven't felt before

This distress that I don't even deserve

Has this pain that can never be removed

I'm in agony, I am so broken

I'm in grief, I am so damaged

I blame God for my fate

For the kind of destiny he gave

I love my life but I dislike how I live

I admire myself but I curse my being 'me'

What the hell am I doing here on earth?

Besides, I am invisible

It's like that I'm famous but no one cares at all

What is my worth then? My purpose?

I am so incomplete, worse than imperfection

And I'm so confuse of what's really my mission

Why God refuse to bless me with that satisfaction?

Yes I am a sinner but... Didn't He forgive me?

Then if sorry again- would it be sufficient you think?

Snap! I'm so selfish

I know that a real 'true love' waits

But the thing is I can't

For I have no enough patience

And I'm afraid to be hurt and deceived again

Oh please! Forget what I have said

I am too stupid to state that true love is a myth