.

Discontent.

All that is irrelevant is ironically causing my descent.
Indifference peppered with hints of envy and the after taste of rejection.

Increased intolerance... /... decreased tolerance
Which ever way you look at it:

I am PISSED.

Repeatedly dismissed
as my imaginative wishes cause reality to play with my own warped twist.
One wish. Never granted.

It's as if my heart can sense
when your slip is showing
Even though it was apparently never meant for my eyes to see.
Like I've wondered in on someone else's scene.

So I give my apologies and keep begging your pardon as I back away, 
stumbling into the crumbling debris on my way

Fearfully, I retreat back into my hardened bubble
and hastily float away.