Skip to main content

The misanthrope

Irritation prickles on my skin like cactus thorns

Frustration with myself at rushing to another's aid

When I'm sure they wouldn't so much as bat an eyelid

To see me in pain

No wonder I'm a misanthrope

People are all about themselves alone

And I feel over extended, under appreciated and annoyed

A host of negative feelings that bound up in me

Like bubbles in a balloon

Bursting when coming into contact with another

I must calm down

This unreasonable tirade must reduce

To naught

Until it is replaced by a sense of peace

For that the best policy would be to mind one's own business

And avoid people completely.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

#Pinthecreep, honey!

A girl walks down a busy street And is leered at by some creep A catcall, a rude remark, a whistle, Making her in her discomfort, bristle Girls are often mocked and taunted And they find it hard to carry on, undaunted Let’s put an end to this #streetharassment The next time a jerk tries to act funny #pinthecreep, honey!

The role of a creative soul

Having a creative soul Is a double-edged sword While it may bestow on its owner Proficiency with words, Only the individual knows what it’s like To feel so strongly and hurt inside. But the story I tell Has to be about things turning out well Else you may close your eyes and ears To shut out the vehemence Calling it rebellion Because victims are not appealing Who wants to hear about a glass ceiling? Or #mansplaining No one cares about your feelings! When blood spatters On the inside of your TV screen You close your eyes and scream But there are millions of human beings Slaughtered every day And what about animals? Where do I begin? What is the definition of an animal anyway? A little lamb gamboling on your garden? Or a terrorist dropping bombs on innocent civilians? #YouDecide Once you make up your mind That there’s sickness that’s rife The question will arise What can you do to create change? It’s more than a hashtag ...

#Colours

Perspectives change Over time People change their colours at will Like chameleons in the garden Or like rainbows in the sky Except that such sights in nature are a joy to behold While in humans it is not