Hearts are keyholes and keys

A maze of emptiness . This is where i come from . This where i am . And probably , this is where i will be for the rest of my life . I take a look at myself and i think about the insignificant amount of achievements i made . I was a young insecure little boy . In my early childhood , it was clear to me that i would be condemned to live an existence of rejection and denial . There were signs all over the way leading to the joke i al right now . But i neglect those signs no matter how obvious they were . Maybe out of hope , maybe out of stubbornness to be recognized or maybe out of naivety . But i did neglect the signs for whatever reason there was . Reality hit me (literally) when i first fell in love . I thought that i could work something out with the same juvenile hope , stubbornness or naivety . But i got caught up in a labyrinth that i built myself . No matter what road i choose , i always find the door out of this . A door whose keyhole is your heart . A door whose key isn't my heart . And for that i will always be mad at myself , sorry for myself , and sad for my lonely heart .