A story to be read from top to bottom AND bottom to top (palindrome poem).

There is no chance for a summer romance.

I could never believe,

That I will be held with love and care.

I know one day for sure,

That I will die alone and sad.

I won’t let anyone tell me,

That there is hope to feel such joy.

I believe with my entire being,

That I cannot be loved.

I am tired of being told,

That I am someone to be seen.

I know in my heart,

There is no chance for that summer romance.

But yet people tell me a painful thing,

I am supposed to be loved.