Hoaxer

Everyone in the park were gay,

while I was alone and weeping throughout the day.

Many passers-by witnessed me crying

yet no one cared about my feeling.

I wanted to create a commotion out there.

I wanted to slap their faces

and made them feel that I was on great despair.

But how? I didn't have the strength.

Who am I to be cared?

Who am I to be heard?

While I was so melancholic all the way through, 

everything on my surrounding turned in dark hue.

I stood up on the bench and shouted.

So, the lovers at the nearby benches got irritated.

They left me alone;

and for many times, I was forlorn.

That point, I didn't have a partner

whom I can put my head on his shoulder.

Because we broke up earlier, I felt better.

Ironic yet not bitter.