Inverted Soul


Complaints of Happiness

As my mind slips into the void
my thoughts are discarded
like a cloud dropping rain
dark and extremely overcast
My mind tries to focus on
the expression of your tongue
but you make no sense
just a dialect of jargon
into you own beliefs
Is it any wonder I pay no attention
to such the simple and elementary
thoughts that you preach
I can not devour you text of happiness
only can I eavesdrop on your complaints
of mine finding none.
My dreary dismal days conflict with you rays
I'm not the one here who stand the mistake
reality to me is not your fake beliefs
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