Life, and Other Debilitating Aliments
Please don't cough up compliments
that were never sincerely said
living through this life,
and other debilitating aliments
Didn't perish in a world war
this name will never be engraved
on a marble wall,
or remembered at all
Trying to make the best
of a rotten situation
but they come at me
with doses of humiliation
By not seeing the humor
in day to day affairs
and their sarcastic offerings
are about as welcome as stale bread
Not even fit for the birds,
yet they come on the sly with words
trying to feel me out
attempting to pacify this doubt
Why are you living inside your head?
something is not quite right at all
outward appearances quite deceiving
inside this cancerous,
cantankerous feeling
Product of his environment
the end result
of emotions never felt,
yet somehow morally spent
mathiasthom
written 10/3/10
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