Sometimes

People do shit that disgusts me
Poets write things that offend my senses
Sometimes
I am forced to turn my back on them
Because I can't stand to look at them
Or read their poems
Or even say goodbye
Their choices are none of my business
So I quietly move away and cry
It's none of my business
I try to convince myself
Because they won't care how I feel
And they won't change
It is what it is
But the sorrow fills my head
I need to bury my head in th sand
So I say goodbye in the dark
Hoping you don't notice
And never realize I wrote this for you
I want to be sick
Perhaps I am the one who is