why do you tear others down
for what you cannot have?
what is it you lack
that you act so tragically?
why do you wear a mask
to those who love you so?
what is it that stops you
from just being you?
why do you seem so sad
that you cannot just be proud?
what consumes you
that you must tear him down?
why, when you act so happy,
do you read like an open book?
what, then, is your excuse
for what you choose to overlook?
why do you act as if
you don't know better?
what would it take for you
to just be happy for another?
YOU ARE READING
poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post
Poetryi'm deeply sorry for whatever is in here, just know that it contains really heavy themes such as sex, suicide, sh, depression, obsession, etc. my bad.
