Cynics
Do you know why men choose to suffer alone?
because we still gotta live with the decision
despite taking in someone else's opinion
If we really told you what we were living with
could you help us?
No, we gotta play the hand we were dealt
and that's note to self
the world can't help me
and it definitely can't help me with therapy
so just do like so many of us do to our loved ones
remember me when I'm gone with sad songs
and give me flowers when they bury me
Now this ain't suicidal
this ain't me drowning in some bottomless pit
I'm just…sick of "this"
now maybe the empaths care to know
but the rest of you heartless bastards
I know what time it is
men are the robots of this world
work, provide, protect
but most importantly keep your emotions to yourself
and you wonder why we so messed up
And personally I don't care if you take heed
the world is full of hypocritical cynics
who are critical of everyone
except the way they are living
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2021
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