Transforming Poetry

Life (Trigger warning)

Life isn't like in books or films,

It Isn't like an anime.

It's not like plays or love songs, no,

At least not the good ones anyway.

Life isn't a fantasy novel,

Full of romance, and excitement.

There's no adventure or worthy quests,

Where good guys beat the tyrant.

Life is boring and hard.

Life is tiring and competitive.

It's painful and annoying, it's

Repetitive,

Repetitive,

Repetitive.

Full of sadness and heartache.

Life is a desperate rush for exactly nothing,

For what good does the money or status do?

Is it really worth all the fussing?

You grow and learn useless facts,

That never help in life.

And if you don't know enough,

The end result is strife.

As you grow older you work

And work

And work,

For never enough money.

You're tired and you make mistakes,

You start becoming clumsy.

You grow old, you get tired,

You ache inside and out.

You hate your life and the people in it.

And all the pain they bring about.

You hate yourself and all that you stand for.

Because really, what are you?

A speck of dust upon a dot,

You're honestly nothing new.

You think that if you work that little bit harder,

Longer,

Faster,

You may reach whatever the hell you're looking for,

You never do, but you're still tied to a master.

You grow weary and bored,

You wish and dream of excitement of adventure,

Of wide open spaces and new unfound places.

You beg and pray for any kind of pleasure.

But you never get to them.

And you never find anything new.

It's as if happiness is rationed, 

And you are in a lifelong queue.

It's all the same day in day out,

Work, eat, sleep, repeat over and over again.

You hate it all but how can you stop?

You don't want peoples disdain.