Difficult People

Difficult People short poem

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My head, buried in a swarm of gadflies
They just will not let me go
No matter how hard I try,
They still slouch, their spirits remain low.

They shove my mistakes in my face
They spit and say I’m a big disgrace
But then again, who doesn’t make mistakes
Why can we only settle things this way?

Difficult people, terrible times.
What an agony to hear them whine.

But we’re bundled into one project
Handcuffed with each other
Weary, reluctant, dejected
They clandestinely plot a way to escape

The hours spent staring blankly,
Exhausted neurons pant heavily
A plan, a plan to settle this inequality
I will repel this solidarity.

Difficult people, terrible times.
I am not buying into your stories this time.

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Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
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