You act like a dark and dismal cloud
Pushing away all forms of concern
You wallow in your self-pity
A constant refrain of poor me
falling from you lips
You expect everyone to understand
when you don't understand
You spend precious time just
being miserable
Why don't you just stop?
You could pretend it is all okay
You could just deal with the way it is
You can try to push through the fog
You could, you should, you don't
They stay away and let you be
They don't ask or offer answers
They move on
What did you expect?
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