Empty

I still remember a 20 pound weight on his floor
and smiling
and weakly saying, "Yeah, I couldn't even lift that."
I'm supposed to be impressed,
and maybe I am a little.
But nah, not really.
It's all just empty.

You have a nice car?
You have a nice house?
You have a nice body?
Hm, that's nice.
Next.

The world is swirling around,
like a merry go round,
and all I wonder is
when the happy mask will fall off
and when the happy mask salesman will go,
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

I'm not impressed by all your trophies and PhDs.
Can you feel my pain?
That's all I ask!
Do you even have empathy?
Have you looked into the mirror
and truly made peace within?

Or are you finding any excuse...
to sin?