This is one of those poems that serve as my palate cleanser. I feel the urge to shout, but doing that leaves me exhausted. So instead, I just combined past and present frustrations into one amalgamation. After all, writing is what I do best.
Also, there’s a separate recording at the end of this post. A follow up to my last one.
It goes without saying, right?
That what I say to you
Doesn’t need to make sense
For it to be considered true.
You are bound by the world’s rules
You are at peace with a narrow corridor being
The best representation of your psyche.
I write about me, more than I write about you
I encumber the page with my struggles,
Involuntarily writing your name in the margins
The teacher always told me to show my working.
Lo and behold, that’s where you are,
In the humdrum of the equation; you are the sum of its parts
I seek answers, and yet, to no one’s surprise
You are the number that makes the problem clearer; easier.
I welcome perspective, but yours I would forever take in doses
I’m not being harsh for simply showing the side you so thoroughly wish to see,
Needling me, with your unrestrained insecurities;
You are an insatiable vampire. Feeding off energy.
Trust me, I know mine is a unique treat.
But that drop is all you’ll ever get out of me.
Your words lost their weight a long time ago
Your influence on my life rings hollow.
You can no longer do as you please,
Your attempts to manipulate
Have about as much clinical efficiency as homeotherapy.
An example of what some might ask? An example of what I don’t want to be associated with. You can’t claim to have a healthy mindset when you make conscious efforts to be toxic. Either you’re stupid, or you think those around you are stupid.
I don’t need drama.
The recording I promised in the last post. I talk about whats been happening these last few months. Pretty lengthy, check it out if you want: