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This poem is about people in general. They all suck.


Submitted:Nov 9, 2006    Reads: 171    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   


I have indeed
Contemplated certain things
That no sane person would.
I guess that makes me crazy.

Who would suspect that I would long for darkness;
I seem so happy, so alive
But why would they notice
That I am dying inside.

It welcomes all;
It beckons to me.
So inviting
But so dark; too dark.

All they do is complain
They have nothing better to do.
That's why I hate them.
That's why I'm leaving.

They can't see beyond the mask they wear for the world.
Why would they want to?
Beyond it is my world,
The world of misery that so many others dwell in.

They pretend to see my world
So they can share in it,
So people will pity them,
But that is not what it's about.

It will never be like that.
It is genuine,
It is dark.
They will never know my world.

It's cold here,
Too cold for life.
The breeze whispers
Threats in your ear.

It's disturbing here
Where there is no light,
No sun and no hope.
It freezes the mind.

It locks you up inside
To be forever the one looking in
And seeing nothing but happiness around you.
They never know you are miserable.





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