Where can I find the lost

Losing didn’t hurt like the realisation did

I was trying to accept for who they were

Emotions are such strong ingredients.

They ruined as excess was thrown in the grid

I walk here and there to place I might want to go

Take a turn somewhere, speed limit of 90 but I want to go slow

Ways are set for I am taken as someone opaque

It’s is always in the lines of “why wouldn’t you like this cake”

I am made to feel like I did something wrong

Accused of things that weren’t as strong

Fools are those who said friendships are easy

It all comes down to what we ignore and what we wish to see

Agitation and anxiety is hid, for hurt isn’t what I intend

Although I could never pay back what you have spent

Precious moments don’t always last

They end up leaving a white cast

So tell me what is the cost,

Where can I find the lost?