Bitterness

You look at me with troubled eyes,
hoping I would ask you why.

The truth is I don’t want to know,
about the twisted lies, sleepless nights and rows.

I’ve told you what I think,
deep honest answers that makes you flinch.

While you smoke and blink away the tears,
(and I passive smoke, just because I like to, dear)
I sometimes hope it will burn out your fears.

A piece of advice,
honest and completely uncivilized.
Don’t try to be me, N or the guy with the goatee.
We all have our battles and we’re definitely not free.

Not lucky, not good,
not beautiful but maybe a little unique.
So are you, which you don’t want to believe.

We don’t have magical solutions,
escape routes or places to hide.
Learn to state your turf and learn to fight.

Suicide is for cowards, I’ve told you twice,
Thrice if necessary, but don’t start to cry.

Someday, maybe someday soon
all the clichés,
the turning of the tide,
the rainbow after the rain,
the cloud with the sliver lining
will come true and you will laugh at your own surprise.

NOTE: It wasn’t an attempt at poetry, most of it just rhymed so I went with the flow but it sure was an attempt at venting.