(to kvetchers everywhere)
Finally the walls are up.
Safety restored,
build with the shortcomings
of others.
Bad world, bad world, bad world.
The structure is needed
to keep wrong doers away
and her soul within.
For the soul to remain soul.
For her to be her.
Otherwise
she would leak out,
the little of her there is.
Bad world, bad world, bad world.
Her hurt is the weapon,
the mason and the surgeon.
Her indignation the corset
and the crutch.
Bad world, bad world, bad world.
No explanation needed.
No reasoning sought.
No empathy given.
The walls safely around.
Condemning the others.
Boosting the self.
Bad world, bad world, bad world.
Irony attacks, no way to know
who speaks from the heart,
who lies.
No way to know
what is this guy’s real game.
No way to know
what that gal truly wants.
No way to know
why they cheat and lie.
All of them.
Bad world, bad world, bad world.
And when the flash
“could she be also among them?”
flies through her mind,
it is forgotten promptly.
And when the thought
“perhaps I'm wrong”
knocks to her mind,
it is denied entry.
Bad world, bad world, bad world.
When will finally people
be open and honest and nice!
Bad world, bad world, bad world.
Bad world, bad world, bad world.
Bad world, bad world, bad world.
When will finally people
be open and honest and nice!