Emotions Raging
It's not his fault anymore.
Now it's all on you.
You brought it unto yourself, all of you.
Why does it happen? You're not allowed to know.
All you can know is.
You don't have Talent. You don't have Luck.
You're insignificant as that speck of dust
and you brought it all on to yourself
good work. You're unhappy.
waiting for a reason to write.
Applause. It happened. I hope you
enjoy feeling your heart sink into the
floor, eyes droop into slow, tear-resistant
blinks. No, no crying, these recent sleep
less nights have drained the tears all out.
no excuses, bad results. They are results.
for many moments I was unaware
of anything but my chin and hair.
the pen and paper, my brain so loud.
[9: 00]
the time flew almost as fast as...
you...
I realize, I thought all wrong.
Said it wrong, made you wrong.
No worries, I was already wrong.
Every day.
Yes. - Depression hurts. NO - Boys don't help.
Maybe I'll dream of beards tonight,
If... I even dream,
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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