I wrote a poem...
4 cups of coffee can lead to many a profound thing, I went to that poetry slam had some coffee and found myself strangely inspired to do the same thing that they were, so here is a poem.
Keeping it locked up as usual,
topping off that glass of regret and anxiety,
blaming yourself for every little mistake made by others,
and what for?
What's in it for you?
The happiness of others,
but how will you enjoy that if you can't take your mind off of your problems,
shutting all your friends out,
not letting in a single ray of sunlight,
locking yourself in your room so others can worry,
but that is quite a bit of contradiction,
that doesn't make US happy,
the ones always there,
the ones who actually give a damn how you feel,
so keep it up,
the "silent sufferer",
little miss martyr,
dying for all you believe in,
but that would mean that you don't believe in us.
Keeping it locked up as usual,
topping off that glass of regret and anxiety,
blaming yourself for every little mistake made by others,
and what for?
What's in it for you?
The happiness of others,
but how will you enjoy that if you can't take your mind off of your problems,
shutting all your friends out,
not letting in a single ray of sunlight,
locking yourself in your room so others can worry,
but that is quite a bit of contradiction,
that doesn't make US happy,
the ones always there,
the ones who actually give a damn how you feel,
so keep it up,
the "silent sufferer",
little miss martyr,
dying for all you believe in,
but that would mean that you don't believe in us.