In a world where sarcasm reigns supreme,  
A mordant life is not just a meme.  
With a smirk and a sigh, they navigate the day,  
Finding humor in chaos, come what may.

Coffee’s too bitter, the toast burned to ash,  
Yet they laugh at the folly, in a cheeky flash.  
“Why fix what’s broken?” they jest with a grin,  
“Embrace the disaster, let the fun begin!”

They stroll through the park, with a cynical flair,  
Dodging the squirrels like they just don’t care.  
“Nature’s overrated,” they quip with a wink,  
“I’ll take Wi-Fi and snacks, that’s my kind of sync!”

Dinner’s a gamble, a culinary fight,  
Burnt spaghetti? Just call it ‘charcoal delight!’  
With each failed recipe, they raise up a toast,  
“To all of our mishaps—let’s brag, not boast!”

So here’s to the mordants, with laughter they thrive,  
Turning daily drudgery into a lively jive.  
Life may throw curveballs, but they’ll just roll with it,  
In their mordant lifestyle, they’re the ones who commit!

I’m 22, still drifting, 
Not lost, but searching, 
I don’t want hands to hold right now, 
I want to grasp the sky. 

Why can’t I just be me? 
They say love is the answer, 
But I have no questions for it. 
Not now, not today. 
I want freedom that tastes like gold, 
Not promises I can’t breathe in. 

Someday, maybe, 
I’ll find someone, 
When the sun isn’t setting too soon, 
When my heart is calm, not craving. 
But not today. 
Today, I want the world to see me, 
Unfiltered, unclaimed, untethered. 

I have time, but I don’t feel it, 
I have dreams, but they stay just out of reach. 
I want a life I can’t yet touch, 
A life not built on someone else’s heartbeat, 
But the sound of my own, 
Running wild. 

Someday, maybe, 
But not today. 
Today, I choose to be enough, 
For myself, for my dreams, for the world. 
I’ll find someone, 
But first, I need to find me.

The shadows grow long, they cradle my soul, 
in the stillness of night, I lose all control. 
Afraid of the pain, yet I ache to be free, 
from the weight of the world that’s swallowing me. 

Loneliness clings like a ghost to my chest, 
i’m afraid of the silence, of endless unrest. 
To be left in the dark, forgotten, unknown, 
i fear the cold truth of being alone. 

The world is a painting of sorrow and strife, 
and I’m tired of seeing the sadness in life. 
But the pain still whispers, "Hold on a while," 
even when living has lost all its style. 

I don’t want to stay, but I’m scared to depart, 
so I sit in this silence, alone with my heart.

I’m a love guru, or so they say, 
whispering wisdom to couples each day. 
I paint love’s picture, a masterpiece bright, 
yet somehow, my canvas stays blank every night. 

“Just text her back!” or “Give him some space,” 
I solve their dilemmas with effortless grace. 
Like Cupid, I aim, they fall head over heels, 
while my own heart spins like training wheels. 

I’m the matchmaker, the sage of romance, 
helping their love life take off like a dance. 
But when they ask, “So, who’s your sweet thing?” 
I just laugh and shrug— What’s that supposed to mean?

“I guide to treasures,” I say with a grin, 
“Like a pirate with no ship to sail in.” 
They laugh, I laugh, we all share the joke— 
While I Netflix alone, wrapped up in a cloak. 

I’ve got advice for days, for them, not for me, 
an oracle of love who’s still running free. 
So if you ask, “Why are you single, my friend?” 
Just know, this treasure map has no end!

I'm proud of me, I stand up tall, 
but then my thoughts begin to call. 
They whisper doubts, they plant the seed, 
of every fear I never need. 
 
I'm happy here, in quiet peace, 
but thoughts demand I must release 
This joy, this calm—they say it’s fake, 
that I should learn from each mistake. 
 
I long to sleep, to rest my mind, 
but thoughts, relentless, stay behind. 
They spin and twist, they speak of fears, 
they magnify my hidden tears. 
 
When I’m confused, they scream and shout, 
“You’re not enough, there is no doubt.” 
Though I resist, they find a way, 
to shake my soul, to cloud my day. 
 
But still I fight, though thoughts may win, 
this battle wages deep within. 
I'll stand my ground, though they intrude, 
gor I am strong, and they’ll be subdued.

Maybe I'm happy, or maybe I'm not, 
caught in between with the battles I've fought. 
Maybe I'm sad, but I can’t really tell, 
lost in a place where I silently dwell.

Maybe I don’t know the path I should take, 
maybe the choices I make are mistakes. 
Maybe I'm too honest, too raw and exposed, 
Maybe I lie to protect what I hold close.

Maybe I’m longing for space, for release, 
or maybe this chaos will never cease. 
maybe the world’s turned its back on me, 
Or maybe I’m blind to the truth I can’t see.

Maybe I’m foolish, lost in the haze, 
or maybe this is just one of those days.

My money is my life, a relentless chase,
i work day and night, but it's never in place.
How cold is this currency, slipping from sight,
fleeting and elusive, no matter how tight.

I hate money's game, its cold, distant call,
no matter my efforts, it eludes my thrall.
I chase it through shadows, through dreams and through pain,
yet it keeps running off, like a thief in the rain.

Help me catch this phantom, this slippery guise,
so it won't vanish, and leave me with lies.
In my quest for its presence, I yearn for the day
when money stays close and will no longer stray.