Sunday, September 20, 2015

The Lost One

I miss the days way back then when everything was structured; when it was orderly ... What happened to those times. 

I spend all my time trying to avoid situations and confrontations and all that seems to happen is people poke and prod even more. I try to be the bigger person and stay quiet, I try to just let shit happen as to not rock the boat. I've tried playing the background. 

But there are just those days where you want TO FUCKING SCREAM. Where you want to lose your shit and make people know how you really feel. The repetitive nature of talking and talking and talking and never being heard is growing old. I've had enough of trying to politely tell people how I feel or what I think and having it shit upon.

But hey, when it comes to me it's not like anyone really gives a shit about my innermost feelings. 

I'm constantly surrounded by people that give me the feeling that they could give a fuck less about me as a person. They put on the facade, put on the act but it's clear to see they don't fuck with me. And that's perfectly fine. You don't have to love me or even like me; never been one to cry over semantics. But holy shit I've had enough of those people who smile to your face and act totally different behind your back. 

I'm tired of people who've lost me in the lights because all they can do is complain or tell me what they don't think I do, feel or am. Ungrateful people disgust me. They make me feel like nothing is worth putting effort into because they will highlight the negative in everything. 

I can't say that I'm even remotely surprised that there are so many people I've encountered that have cast me into that ballot box.

But I am thoroughly surprised about where these people are at in relation to me. 

No comments:

Post a Comment