Island Storm

You fucks are all the same
If the cartwheels impress,
oh a bit of spot light
but only out of convenience.

Again, why do we put ourselves out
only to be rejected?
what good is such bad behaviour?
how many knocks does it take?

I've let myself down
and over what?
possibilities ...
good grief, it's endless.

If the interest was truly there
so wouldn't the enthusiasm?
don't hold your breath
but count just in case you're surprised!

The world sleeps
and I'm watching
left out and ready to surrender
what kind of optimist is that?