Sadness

The affirmative hopeless words

That I state like a fanatic

Towards my torment and pain

Is a fussed fetiche, I know

Self-pity spoken poetry

Which I passionately recite

During smoking conversations

Wearing the glasses of sadness

My denial about worthiness

Is rebellion, I admit

Couldn't affirm nor deny

When completely subjective

But, it's just me angry and fairly

Spitting back all the bullshit

Which they push down our throats

Preaching a life-obligation

When staging constant-happiness

As if they weren't always

Mumping around

For acknowledgement

Of their so-called blesses

Hoping they'll finally be valuable

Through the means of our approval

As if I couldn't see their afflicted eyes

In their moments of distraction

When their plastic forged smile

Disassembles accidentally