White pills come from light blue bottles–
Yellow pills from orange ones, but
I don’t care about the color
If the color doesn’t care about me.
Things like these, from laboratories
Claim they’ll make me want to live, but
I’m not going to Fool myself–yet–
When I know myself a smudge too well.
Never heard a useful word from
Anything that tries too hard, but
“Swallow this, and before you know it
All your sadness will turn to smoke!”
Jerk the leash; pretend it worked, a
Miracle of Science, but
Hate yourself a little more for
Reasons that you can’t tell anyone.
Now that I’m society’s Fool, you’ll
Hear me writing dreary verse, but
If you see my sad decay: there’s
Nobody there, and nothing here.
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I don’t like poems 🙁
@Zuckerguss – Why not?
I can’t describe it that well, I find them boring and a lot of them are too similar to other ones…it’s rare to see unique ones.
hi, cser17… I don’t really look at poems as depressing or non-depressing. To me, I look for the meaning and the picture the words paint. Your words certainly paint quite a picture.