Poet in the Firing LineA Poem by Simon WelshEverything seems grey to me
Another maudlin evening
A sweep of moods depressingly familiar and once again, I ruined a night of joy The victims were those who were with me I wish they would wise up It's not like I want this mixed state Sometimes I want to upset you so you'll see me how I see myself Why do you worry about me? I've been dealing with this for years But you're so wonderful So kind and so calm that's why it hurts to be around you I don't want to take your happiness away I wish I had a crutch to lean on instead of the aching repetition I guess after all these years, it's new to me I'm sorry I was such a burden to you I know you'll protest that remark though I'm hardly the life of the party Sometimes I want to upset you so you'll see me how I see myself Why do you worry about me? I've been dealing with this for years Sometimes, you are the best thing about me maybe one day you'll understand I can't connect with anyone anymore and I wish for that to change I know even those who pass on by tire of me and I'm expected to deal with the same each day How will I survive the social graveyard? I can't stop my moods from falling because everything seems grey to me Please leave me now... I don't want to you become the person I am I don't want any sugar pills or pop psychology I want a solution; honest and true Maybe I should hide myself away and not escape from my trappings All this and the irony is I'm sober Guess I'm actually faulty as a human being © 2014 Simon WelshFeatured Review
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