My head aches--no,

It's more that I'm lightheaded,

Tired.

I watched him again today

From out my little window:

He would not have cared

If I had called out to him.

He would have kept walking.

I'm overwhelmed--no,

I'm more bored than anything.

My expectations are too high,

I guess.

He isn't the sweet kid I'd hoped for.

There are too many people around,

Closing in on my little life--no,

I've never been more alone.