But what use is popularity,
When you can't stand humanity?
It's so cruel.
I'm isolated.
Am I some kind of fool?
I'm tired of feeling hated.
Is love so hard to give out?
(Yes, I've tried a million times.)
Are you even going to be truthful
(or just spout more lies?)
I'm not stupid
For having an independent mind.
I don't know why
I bother telling you,
It's just a waste of time.
So what if I'm not one of you?
I guess I don't belong.
So I'll just take up my motley umbrella
And just keep walking along.
There is no worth in these words,
To those who do not believe.
Idiots and ignorants run this world.
Now we should all just grieve,
Grieve for all the wrongs
That destroyed our rights.
Remove the world from its darkness
Bathe in these lights.
Popularity:
You're just an ugly illusion.
Popularity:
The beginning of our conclusion.
The end of the world:
It started with our wrongs
And it will continue on...
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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...
