Emotions are a Disability

People have a funny way of being ubiquitous
Yet often they are anything but ambiguous
I think it's because they are ruled by obvious cripples
The reasons for this are actually quite simple
They have erratic sensibilities
And most everyone have these qualities
Ruled by the sheer power of emotion
Which can be a pleasant disposition
Unless, of course, they become irrational
Which I find irritating because it's not congenial
I'm not a heartless bitch though
I just hate letting all my feelings show
I prefer people who act reasonably
Intelligent enough to act realistically
Life is easier when preformed with facile mindsets
Without the hassle of worrying about regrets
Or abundant amounts of codependentcy
But I guess thus is the curse of humanity
A constant stream of impending perturbation
Which in fact becomes a form of  discomfort and frustration
I usually tend to refrain from the use of "big" words in my poetry
But I'm trying to make point on human psychology
Even though usually I try to help one comprehend the point I want to get across
I would hate for someone to be disgruntled and helplessly lost..
Even now someone is desperately searching for a dictionary to ease the crutch of the moderate vocabulary
In my opinion it's the wretched downfall of a disorganized society
All this self conclusion and yet my own feelings haven't changed but rather grown
For even I loathe the discomfort of the unknown
Perhaps this is just a rant of some pretentious cynic
Or maybe the delusional mindset of a wacko belonging in a clinic
Possibly...



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Or it could just be that I think my own emotions are a disability