Poem -

Staring at the wall

Holidays are most awful time of the year. They are not hated out of fear. But because im alone without anyone to lend an ear. 
everyone is so fake nobody is real, trust me walk by anyone its something you can feel.
people are so cruel to one another, so cold and heartless. Feel the ice walking by others.
all year they couldnt care about peoples problems or worries. As if the world could forget the awful stories. .
were supposed to care its the holidays because the cold heartless enjoy the holidays of love and care giving.. when all year they have shown hatred, belittles, slander and glares...
we should treat these people fair?
all year i hear my rights being taken away from me. The rich slaughter the poor. Being poor is nothing more than being a filthy whore to the rich bitch. 
working our lives away, making no money to be better to get out. They fuck us and pay shit so all we can afford is to stare at the wall.
feel everything including your heart fall.
the illusions of the year to make the rich more rich is to put it in our heads we have to buy gifts. But yet the rich wont pay us enough to buy gifts which only causes us to drift. 
alone i cry staring at a wall. I have nobody to call. Nobody to catch me as i fall. 
i cant help but hate the fucking rich wishing they would lose everything and die in a ditch.
whats it matter the next 8 weeks are for the rich. And makes me a bitch. Fuck the holidays, go ahead and pretend you really are nice and generous. Get it all in there before December 31st 11:59pm when it all goes away. 
your true self comes back.
Time to close your massive gates. fuck the poor, shut the door keep them out! 
shout to take away thier rights. Their healthcare who cares about their fight!
in the end you do what you can afford to do... stare at a wall.
the rich will continue to rob you until you no longer have a wall to call your hell. 
the holidays are nothing but an illusion of fucked up people pretending to give two shits about people they vote to take right from, healthcare from, programs from... keep pretending.. you dont fool me. The more you donate to make your self look good. You just get back in those big tax breaks you get. 
stare at a wall as you fall, stare at the wall knowing there is nobody to call.
stare at the wall grab your gun.
stare at the wall your not affraid you wont run. Stare at wall and know you dont matter.
Time to beat the rich, time to make sure i dont work for pennies for their millions. 
stare at the wall, stop being a slave treated like shit. Just do it. 
pick up the gun and pull the trigger. 
the only ones who will notice are your co workers, who will have to pick up your slack for one day.
you dont matter.
youre a puppet for the rich only. 
stop staring at the wall being lonley. 
you will never be more than you are now, take a bow, this isit pull the trigger to make this the end, 
last glimpse of nothing but a wall ... 

 

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Melanie

Thank you so much. So true though

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