Dope Of Mope
/Sitting at Van Vorst,
I realize what I love the most
The sick ruminating of victimhood
makes me feel special in a world so misunderstood
How nice it feels to soak in my pool of wallow
and brood with every swallow
The spotlight of attention
on the poor me with no one to mention
I let my head hang
with disgrace since I cannot find the fang
Maybe it’s the way I was raised,
overprotected and praised
Made me feel like everything should always flow my way
and then shocked at the delay
Maybe it’s the convenience of my life,
sharpening adversity into a knife
Made me shy away from pain,
and grasp for comfort like the rain
It’s easier to crawl into the cave of solitude
than to light the fire of gratitude
It’s lonelier to accept our position in line
than to dream of intelligent design
When exactly was I promised
the life most calmest
No one said it would be easy,
so why do I expect everything so breezy
In their attempt to love us,
our parents gave us the room to fuss
Now our burdens are tough to bust,
we find it difficult to adjust
But what makes us strong,
is facing what is wrong
It’s the way of the wild
where nothing worth having is easily compiled
By Daniel Alvarez
Website: https://nooneonearth.com