Sad Poetry by Matthew J. Beard
This place is boring
People so fake
I can't hardly escape
Their plastic smiles
And cheap laughter
"What's up?"
"How are you?"
"Whatcha up to?"
As we go behind your back.
Relax and get used to this
No!
I've lived in denial
They taught me what it's like
To be so used to things
I can't take all these cheap feelings
I can't
And I won't
Any longer
Why do we try?
To please ourselves is a lie
We all are taught to believe
And I won't modestly conceive
All this crap you're feeding me!
Raise me to praise
But you're in a hazy daze
Try hard,
Try hard to fail
And the shit you hail and praise
Isn't something I can.
It was all about you
(And) never about us.
Copyright 2010 Matthew J. Beard, All Rights Reserved
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