Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone
I walk alone.
Have I chosen to do so
willingly?
Have I created my own destiny?
Have I led myself into this..?

My boulevard
looks like high-school.
The streets are endless
and crowded
with people who don't care
if they shove you into a locker
as they walk by in a hurry.
I walk alone,
I walk alone.
The lights are slightly dim
Most of the walls are painted green.
I hate green.
The language on my boulevard
consists of three types:
Gossip
Bad jokes
And swearing
or even
a combination of the three.
My boulevard of Broken Dreams
is somewhere
where I do not fit.
It's somewhere
where I do not feel
comfortable
unless I find a room
with a teacher
who cares
about
me.
It's funny
that I call it
MY boulevard.
Because I think
if it were mine,
i'd be able to change it.
I'd be able to mold it
into something beautiful.
But, high-school is high-school.
I cannot make it better.
No one can, really.
My boulevard seems endless.
My boulevard is a place that
I
cannot
change.
And the worse part is,
I can't change the fact
that I walk alone,
I walk alone.