Why is it when I sleep, there always seems to be a nightmare waiting for me?
Just right on the other side of my unawakened consciousness,
something bad will show and all my bad memories and ideas will resurface.
How come I can't seem to make one person happy,
without something terrible happening to a person I care about.
Everything around I noticed is wrong and deceiving.
Can't something right happen to show the good in this world?
Or has all good and just left and fled to a safer place and shelter?
How come when I go to write a poem of happiness and joy in myself,
it turns to s**t and seems to have no true meaning in it's words.
Yet, when I write a poem of hate and misery inside one's own being,
the words are direct and mean more than a human could understand in one thought.
Does this mean more to my subconscious than I can see as one person?
Or am I merely putting more thought into a meaningless thing than it deserves?
All in all I feel like all this talking and thinking is leading me to nowhere.
And for the people who read this,
I apologize for your waste in time in which you could have avoided.
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