twilight

alone
having no one to talk on the phone
lost
like a roaming ghost
insane
not even feeling the same
bored
as an out-tuned chord
having a heart that sores
for nobody cared to open a door
having eyes that are swollen
for my happiness is stolen
weakand still i can't speak
down
in this face is a frown
frightened
but never been haunted
rejected
until when will i be unwanted?

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an entry to a poetry.com contest
which made to the semi-finals :)