My Misery
My misery DOESN'T
love company.
It doesn't want
you or anyone else,
to feel the anger and pain
that I feel.
My misery doesn't want to lash out,
or wreak havoc.
And, it doesn't want to force you to kneel.
My misery doesn't want to over and over again
hash out what has already been explained...
and explained...
over and over again,
what most definitely should be understood.
My misery doesn't want you to feel remedial,
Not so much...
even when your aptitude of my attitude, has branded you as such.
My Misery
doesn't want to be your emotional thesaurus, constantly translating the most common emotions.
My Misery
doesn't want to be your teacher.
My Misery
is through,
and just wants to be left alone & retired,
Because it seems to be exacerbated by you.
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