I don't like when he takes
2 hours to write back.
He might be speaking to
Somebody better.
Or worse
I might be.
I don't like watching Cops
At tea time because
It reminds me of kicking back
At my dads with beer.
We don't speak any more.
I don't like busy buses
I get offended when people
Sit next to me but also
When they sit next to
Somebody else.
I don't like mushrooms
Their texture is just wrong.
I don't like snow
I can't leave the house
It reddens my hands
It's too similar to my heart.
I don't like drunken men
And their obscene slurs
And their rowdy auras.
I don't like violence
If someone was
To be violent to me
I would turn around
Let them hit the other cheek.
I can't stand most people
They don't talk about anything
They don't know the books
The films
The music
That I do
They speak of nothing.
I don't like how different I am
How I am made out to be
I am an outcast
Drowning.
I don't like talking about my problems
When I am sad
I cannot open my mouth
And make the worry come out
It's not that I don't want to
I just cannot.
I don't like screaming children
Because they don't have much to scream about
Why do they waste the best years of their life
Screaming on an hour long bus tide?
I don't like when you get jealous
Because you don't trust me
And think I don't love you
When you are the best thing to happen to me
Since... well... me.
I don't like irony
It's stupid and over used
It lost its humour
A long time ago.
I don't like when people don't say please
Or thank you
Take 2 seconds to say it
It does not hurt
Like most things in this world.
I don't like people
Who think mocking people is cool
Jealousy makes people spiteful
But makes other people
Kill themselves.
I don't like people
Running across the road
Just wait a few seconds
Or press the button.
I don't like how
Stupid people get famous
But clever ones are put
In a box
And left
For hundreds of years
Until their work is discovered.
I don't like when people
Make stupid poems
Out of things they dislike
I hate that they can't
Find anything nice
We write about things
That are shit in our lives
Forget about the good
But the things we don't like
Are the things that somehow
Mean more to us.
Life is strange
And that is one thing I like.
No comments:
Post a Comment