Poetry

So I’ve decided I’m sick.
Not sick like coughing
More like I need a new trick
Kinda been thinking about offing
Myself-fail to see life’s value
Guess that’s pretty depressing
But it sure is true
Don’t feel like addressing
My multitude of issues
Just forget I ever was
I’m sure you won’t need any tissues
But I hope I left your mind abuzz
I try expressing how I feel
Turns out no one listens
And my poetry doesn’t feel real
It’s too plain, none of it glistens
So in the end
My emotions are still trapped
Guess that makes it easier to defend
My heart from being sapped
But I’m still really sick
Of being who I am
I need to change quick
This life is a sham.
I’m even tired of this poem
It won’t make a difference
And I’m really sick of rhyming
Welcome to indifference.