Cello music resonates, piercing my heart's core,
A solace for the night, as tomorrow looms unsure.
Anticipating a dawn with feeble light,
The sun may rise, but the outlook isn't bright.

Yearning for a visit to my piano, a source of might,
To confess my sorrows, hidden in the shadows of the night.
Whispers of regret, echoing through the keys,
In a world where my spirit finds no ease.

Why awaken my cells to a morning so bleak?
In a realm where I feel like an outcast, an antique.
Incomprehensible minds, unable to grasp,
The complexities within my spectacular mental clasp.

A world I detest, where I seem to misfit,
In the depths of my unique, intricate wit.
They pluck at my patience, a hypocritical display,
Now, it's time to revise, to find my own way.

Watch as mastery unfolds, a feat of a little kid,
In the air it soars, a resilient spirit undid.
Draw the sword against a lousy hypocrite,
I can't endure, I quit, I quit.