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Why do I feel joy
Joy to the point of tears?
Proud,
Yet guilty.
Guilty in my happiness.
Guility because others have to suffer,
Because of my happiness.
I tell them no,
Not you,
Me.
But still all they see is them,
And all I see is me.
Two different people,
Standing on separate islands
In the middle of the sea.
I can see you,
You can see me,
But still
We are on two different terrains.
No bridges do cross,
All boats sunken and lost.
All bets are off.
But still
I am happy,
No worries
This is how I live.
But you call me selfish
A person who knows not how to give.
I see you and I feel bad,
But why are you mad?
What I eat don’t make you shit,
So just forget about it.
No offense,
To me it makes sense.
But you cannot force me to care,
And I can’t force you not to care.
So we’ll continue to stand
In isolation,
Stubborn as bulls.
To the point where we realize there’s
Nothing left to do.
No more stares
And evil glares.
No more guilty happiness.
No more guilty happiness.
I don’t care
Is that a crime?
Hey, I’m willing to pay the fine.
I don’t care.
I don’t care about being rich or poor,
You capitalists all you want is more, more, more.
Haven’t you done enough damage,
By squeezing people into your image?
Well,
I’m not you.
The only thing I care about
Is not ending up like your grandeur self too.
Our priorities are not the same,
And you say I’m insane,
Cause I’m not the people pleaser,
That’s right,
I’m a people teaser.
But you say it like its bad,
Get all hot, bothered, and mad.
You should be glad that
I’m not Eminem.
Cussing out my mom,
And talking bout bustin heads.
Cause if I was,
I’d be cussing out you instead.
But I don’t care about other people either.
I’m a ME pleaser.
I focus on myself
And how to feel content.
I don’t need this external bullshit.
That is why when you cry,
I don’t give a dime.
Maybe I’ll act right
When I’m born again in my next life.