a futile disclosure

all people always seem so kind and empathetic
ready to listen to whatever others have to say
And here I’m telling you ’bout my frustration
Though you won’t understand my sadness anyway

my busy mind is squirming with unorthodox ideas
new projects come and go throughout the day
But spare your instantaneous, tiring questions
You wouldn’t fully comprehend things anyway

whenever I unlock my heart and open up my soul
the people go “that’s cool!…” and turn away
And if I ever told you what my dreams are
You’d just pretend to grasp my vision anyway

At this point, I don’t bother even trying
The pity for myself comes into play
perhaps I’ll cry a little on your shoulder
just forcing onto you my sadness anyway

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Sudden frustration

How can the weather be so shit?
What have we ever done to it?
Now that might really be the reason
We should arrest the sun for treason
Torture the clouds until they cry
Blow out the winds until they die
Shoot for the moon, kill its dark side…

Oh fuck it, I do not care, I’m sick and this poem can just go to hell.

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