She never lied, she never lies,
She just ignores.
The truth,
I tried to tell her how I feel,
She just ignored,
The proof.
"Then try to think of something else", she said.
"Write the other way"
Whenever she'd drink and rant like this,
I'd stay out of her way.
Because “real”, for her, seemed to signify,
I tried it once, but should probably try again.
I was real with you, that once,
Only, later, to find
That those imploring me to "relax",
Insisting things would be different,
If only I could "flow", If only I could "see"...
You said, “be real”, and now the memory
Just turns my ******* stomach
Since all of those whose mantra called,
For a plea to just “be real”
Were the least capable, almost to the man,
Of being anything close to that.
Born in awareness of the shortcomings of humankind, this was a cynical piece of verse, just like the self-absorbed, whining humans it stands for. It is an exercise in bad attitude and there is some shame in having created it. It expresses things perfectly, though. It is an irrational response to the inherent weaknesses of people who claim to care and the ungrateful reaction of those receiving any.
Read here by the author:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/a-thing-of-joy
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