The Discontented Soul

I sit here wanting to cry,

About all of the terrible things I’ve said.

I mutter a sigh,

It just makes me talk in my head.

I think I’m going crazy.

This life that I’m living is just a huge sea,

Not a sea, something bigger, an ocean.

An ocean of men.

Men, full of deceit and lies.

They tell you one thing but,

Are really doing another.

What is wrong with them?

Piles of lies is not the only thing.

They hurt you and make you cry.

As I am doing so now,

I say in my head, fuck men.

Full of disappointment,

My wandering soul crumples and writhers,

Because of its discontent.

Unwrap it, inflate it, fix it soon.

It’s falling fast, my poor unwanted soul.

It skips and it hops

But only in false joy.

This is a sad life that I’m living.

I dare say is this even a life?

I don’t think that I’m crazy.

But surely it must mean I am;

For only crazy people say they are not.