It's happy.
It's sad.
I'm wild.
I'm mad.
When you say
"It's fucked up",
I'm glad.
Don't tell me its deep,
We have nothing here.
We just pretend to
Because we're cheap.
Joy is a façade,
All life really is
A hill that's far too steep.
I don't read into this.
Oft such vermin tell lies,
So there is nothing left
For you to deny.
Go ahead and sleep,
Lie until you die,
To spare us all the truth,
That was only meant for us,
For this bout of misery
Shall be the last.
YOU ARE READING
The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar 2008-2013
PoetryA young writer's newly released first collection of poems. Written during the tumultuous and at times troubling years of high school and the more forgiving and enlightening years of college, Maddy Kobar captures what it was like to have come of age...
