It’s getting to a point,

A filed deliberate edge

Whittling away any sense that was left.   

 

It’s kinda like—

How do I put this lightly?

I respect the trying efforts of the mighty,

But I feel like I don’t even want happiness. 

 

I rely on others for happiness.

I guess you need them,

Spit spewing pursed lips

Gabbing attempts 

To get me off the ledge. 

They each hold customized ideas 

That sound pretty when leaving their ears.

But their pamphlets were always gibberish to me,

And I will not rely on anyone,

That’s pathetic.

 

I could just claw out the eyes 

Of any buffoon daring to look 

Already feeling my skin grow thick, 

Dressed in sticky sweet red stains

As I prance around town. 

Prepare for a snarl of anguish 

If you even dare ask to touch.

Lady Lazarus jests for no one.

 

The way they carry themselves,

Strutting the streets with polyester confidence,

Every hour a touch up 

Spritzing on an aroma of oblivion

To remain the perfect amount of alive.

They all live the same lives.

If it’s not strangers then it’s friends 

Planning my life, mapping out my plans

All while my head rests on a bowl,

Only receiving half the transmission

Of how they decided my life should end.

 

How does the homeless man sleep peacefully 

Devoured into the dewed grass

I do not understand.

Who am I to be angry?

With all that I have. 

The beauty in the faces I meet 

The giggles, the stomping of feet.

Who am I to not love every being? 

 

So we’ve found the problem?

Great. What now? 

You never stopped to wonder why, 

Think of all the roses you’ve missed 

From your hesitation to take a whiff.

There’s only so much love

To fill an empty room with.