Love, Firendship, Psychology, and Politics

Romance is distracting.              
"Do you want to watch a movie with me?"              
Friendship is distracting.              
"We are here for you."              
I want to be there, but you are "here" for me?              
Let me go. I want to help the oppressed.              
"You have symptoms of moderate depression."              
But I am not depressed at all. I won't stay within myself.              
"Your younger brother's birthday is today."              
But he resides in another estate, and I am very busy.              
               
No words were shared between him and me.              
               
I don't want to be alone. Love me some lady. Just one of you?              
"..."              
"..."              
Hear this--my story friends. I want to join protests and make my life instrumental.                
I have not been at peace, neither has the world.              
"..."              
               
Though we all are bleeding profusely as a human race,              
though people near hide from me or slip through my fingers or I let them go,              
though to near another gives me reason for anxiety,              
though solitude and sadness eclipse my eyes and toss me into an age of cold wintery Alaskan darkness,              
a girl is here.              
She sits beside me,              
and I want to express a starlightdrenched tender affection to her              
through a kiss on the cheek              
and then shy away              
and hope that it meant something to her              
like it meant to me.              
               
Tortured minds are committing seppuku                
as the dark dimension roars of its presence and its closeness,              
and the minds begin to self-destruct                
because the world has the teeth of red bellied piranhas that can tear off a man's toe with one bite.              
Therefore, we work to pacify the world              
with tranquilizer darts.              
But if one toe is flawed, we must also build one that is stronger              
so that we won't implode so easily              
when the forces of destruction throw their flames near the soul              
and the soul has got to stand still and recognize              
that flames cannot touch it              
when the world returns to attack after briefly put to rest.              
               
And even with this, my arms sometimes reach within and grope a lonely perturbation in my brain              
and search for which chamber or atrium or ventricle of the heart                
is where love resides.              
Yet, there is so much that is not fulfilling with being comfortable.              
I have to give my life to the planet and make a flower grow                
and spread my essence in the dust,              
but I am lonely at times.              
My heartbeat quickens, and my breaths get shallower.              
I am anxious              
just thinking about all the ties I must sever and evade to cease to live my life as if I am the center of it        
because the more bonds, the more demands        
and the more failures because I can't meet them all efficiently.          
"You must work on your efficiency."        
"You must increase your efficiency."        
"You are just not the best worker for us."             
If you care for me and want to show it, take the bond between you and me              
and detain me with it and lasso an issue with it,              
and we will be stuck together              
with the world              
because I don't want you to run away with me.              
It is nothing new to a man who has often exclaimed, "I just want to disappear."              
Will you lift the world with me?              
I won't be the best lover;              
I won't be the best friend              
though I care about you infinitely.              
I just selfishly want your loves for me              
because it ameliorates one anxiety.