DisconnectedA Poem by Michael Leon Wilson
I'm feeling distant
Yet far from dismal I cant relate, Yet feel no hate, I struggle and I strive to be great And take discouraging voices in stride I know they arnt right, Yet now I feel disconnected inside I'm unapologetically me And I'm happy, Yet is seems those around me Continue to flock to misery And I'm finding they cant relate to me They underestimate me Hate me Envy me How I'm happy How I'm care free So they throw their worries at me As I dodge them all effortlessly The problem then becomes Me dodging even those I love Because to this affliction i feel they do not have immunity, So I finally decided to get in tune with the world, but then it had a mutany Everybody acts like they cant do it without me, But where was everybody when I was just a sheep, Before I got hungry, Turned into the would and became better than those around me, Made the snickers and jeering fall silently, Now that everybody f*****g likes me. You wanna talk about abandonment, I remember my class mate beating me senseless and leaving me unconscious in a sand pit. No one cared for me no one there for me So this disconnect isn't all that rare to me Just surprising how far the scales have tipped towards me. I've got a future, a great destiny And I can say that now looking back at how My only religion was attempting to commit suicide faithfully. So keep your pessimism to a minimum I'm trying not to slip back to where a came from because I now trust myself enough to sleep with a gun, I've come too far to come undone, If this means to separate us Then I'll do what must be done The disconnect, the reset Corruption must be reset and start ups rerun, I choose to shatter possibilty for fun Because I've done most drugs under the sun and drank u der the table far more than one, But the highest ever been was sober, acconpling my goals as measured by my chin. © 2020 Michael Leon Wilson |
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Added on May 21, 2020 Last Updated on May 21, 2020 AuthorMichael Leon Wilsonjacksonville, FLAboutI'm sick with frantic rhymes that can be dark, morbid , scary sensual or just plain strange. What makes me different is I write about anything, with no filter. more..Writing
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