I am so mad at the world
For making me believe in what could
This anger does boil some bluntness
Life makes me sick of its unfairness
Maybe it's my fault for lying thin
Allowing the demons to take me in
Speaking words of feeling fine
And saying no expectations arise
My soul collides with another
Uninvited destruction takes over
Obliterating the midst of our fusing
What seems well just isn't is
This is only me saying
Not some version of me hoping
This is only a matter of opinion
Not a matter of giving and gaining
Wondering what a life I might lead
If all was great, clean; with justice
Wishful thinking; oh, it may never be
Not the way order works out for me
-i.t
