I stare at the faces that surround me;
they all laugh and they mock me,
and my true deep feelings they can't see.
I say that some of these people are "friends;"
they don't know all friendships end,
and soon I will carry out this trend.
I hope one day, I will truly earn love;
they all doubt that I'll find my dove,
yet I search all but to the heavens above.
I might as well just crawl into my grave
and die a lonely, loveless, old knave,
who's "toll" in life has now been fully paid.
The next day I wake up? How is this true?
Now more days for me to remain blue,
I truly am a prideful, foolish fool.

I like how you use the word faces unobtrusively, and then draw back to them when you refer to the "people [that] are "friends"" Your flow has gotten infinately better. Your rhyme limits you... but this is one of the best rhymes of yours I've seen. I understand what your dove is because I hear you talk about it all the time, but I'm not sure how many others will make immediate connection. A couple of the rhymes are forced and the me/me thing is a bit tooo exact. Looking good my friend.

I liked how this piece is kind of offbeat, because it reflects the emotion and sentiment of the piece nicely. I thought it was a really good piece, keep up the great work!