Tony

“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.”

— Ojibwe saying

Wallowing

I
could
lie
here
and
fade
away

I’m
neither
here
nor
there

Not
that
I expect
you
would
notice

Or
that
you’d
even
care

The Switch

Why
don’t
you

Swap
places
with me

Sink
to the
depths

That
I have
been

For
if you
suffered

The
way
I do

Perhaps
you’d
feel

The
same
way
too

Internal Monologue

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Just cheer up
you miserable cunt

Your wallowing
is excruciating

And your self
pity an affront

The Self Pity Party

So many nights I’ve cried,

Feeling dead inside,

Whilst wrestling with my neurosis.

I can’t help but discern,

Despite all your supposed care and concern,

That you haven’t even noticed.

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