An Unpeeled Feeling

I’m at a loss,
for feeling optimistic.
With the awful odds,
I either dropped or missed it.
The feeling that fair weather’s warranted,
and I could someday come unpeeled as oranges.
So I stood by myself,
before a bored crowd.
Without the wealth,
to sing the score loud.
For,
I’m more or less abhorrent now.
See,
my meekness mauls my melting brow.
So,
I collapse in colder climates.
Where the wolves won’t know my eyes grew wet,
and let out my regrets.