Overcoming Sadness

Knowing nothing of what is going on, yet I am not trusted by one I love. Tangling up my mind like ivy growing wild, there is no sense in being meek and mild. Everyone else is allowed to have free will, when I try - I am despised. Forever sending away things which are held dear - noting everything is carried away by other people's dreams - left hanging by a thread, dangling from a life which has never been dear to anyone. Ideals penetrating farther into grief-filled anecdotes - causing no smiles on anyone's face. Tragedy crosses itself over and takes the place of yesterday so it may continue to carry on in the future.