Espejo

 
Distracted by
Distraught interactions
     with others who don’t understand
     nor do they care
     nor do I care if
     who gives a shit?
Rambling on again and again
     to somehow heal
     through an idiot’s catharsis
Believing in something
to believe in something
     to feel a reason
     to keep on believing
     that life is worth living
but in the end
     all the same bullshit
     just painted a different color

Join their party?
Why would I?
     Well
of course I would
     If only
I were invited

But same as always
through this depressive episode
     called life
I want hugs
yet only drugs
     can get me through the night

Oh, the admiration they give you
Didn’t need to really try, did you?
Just put your xxx out there
     and they flocked to you

For reasons beyond me
they worship you
     crying for more
While I stand idly by
A needy little whore