I thought she’d walk through the door,

but she didn’t

I thought she’d come and talk,

but she didn’t,

why is it that our expectations always fail us?

or is it only me?

either way, it isn’t fair

then again, who am i to decide what is to be prejudice and what is not?

i cannot even say something when i wish to

perhaps this is the feeling that the mute have

hopefully though, at least their realities are reflections of their expectations

i pray to god that they have at least that

what about me you ask?

i stopped living for the fun of it

because i thought she’d walk through the door,

but she didn’t