Noise

There is a valid reason for our misery.
Simply put; Boring can't be marketed.
The public display of turmoil is a profit.
We all feel the need to see more violence.
We all hunger for something wicked.
Others suffering.

We profit from a stranger's pain.
We relish in the misfortune of the random.
It drives us, the desire for pure agony.
Anguish is a hammer brought down by our own hand.
We victimize ourselves to feel like victims.
And you know it.

Nobody pays to see other people happy.
We all want to see others in despair.
We long for the demonstration of sorrow,
The sickening allure of sadism births inside us.
And there is no stopping that seed,
We're all infected.

But we can not be blamed for this fault.
How would we know anything else?
We owe hell a great deal for showing us heaven.
We owe death for giving us a value to life.
But we don't want to see this truth.
We like feeling ugly.

But without the agony, we wouldn't know ourselves.
Without the constant tears, we wouldn't know laughter.
And that is why we break each other.
That is why we allow ourselves to fall in love;
To be hurt so that we can feel pleasure.
Disgustingly selfish.

You wouldn't know your own sanity
Without seeing the mentally delusional.
And doesn't the insane make you feel rich?
Pat yourself on the back, thank yourself for being better.
Like you're a god, you created yourself.
We're all guilty.

Remember to always feel sorry for others.
Remember to appreciate the luxury of your life.
Because you could be in squalor.
And knowing that helps you sleep at night.
But you're irrelevant, you're temporary.

Background noise.

Author's Note

This is the first 'free style' poem I feel comfortable posting.
I usually hate not rhyming, but I don't know what got into me here.
I'd like to know how you felt reading this poem, honestly.
I'd like to know what it left you thinking, how the grouping and the word choice affected you personally, and any other tips you might have.

Reviews

[Lanky]

This seems to look deeper into the human condition, most people write about suffering, violence, pleasure or pain. Things they feel. Not why they crave to feel those things. its true, humans are pretty terrible creatures. We are capable of terrible things, and the public sometimes wants to see those terrible things. Its part of the disposition of society. I love that this poem is raw and true to its target. It makes us feel better to know that people are suffering. Your word selection is great for the topic. It helps add to the allure of the poem. I also love the fact that this poem conveys your emotion amazingly!

I love the ending, it wraps the poem up well!

[cfix]

Such a emotional write here, I found some truths in this as well.
I like what you have said here.