My Pity Party
I am “THAT” friend,
The one “THEY” turn to in time of need.
As “THEY” seek moral absolution,
Regardless of “THEIR” deeds.
I have chosen not to judge.
I live and let live all.
Consequences by their nature,
Are resultant of"THEIR" thralls.
Help "ME"! – Help "US"! –
A pleading I often hear –
What about "ME" - I question,
Do “ANY” see “MY” tears?
No one cares I’ve determined.
Truly - no one deigns to see,
The existential breakdown
Cascading within “ME”.
I have fought "MY" pity party.
I have drank and laughed in vain.
I have masqueraded a happy face,
So none must bear "MY" shame.
I don’t want to bare "MY"angst.
I choose not to share "MY" pain.
I just want “ONE” f**king person
To ask “ME” if I’m sane!
I hurt – I pine – I grieve -
Always alone it seems.
I am so very tired –
"THEIR" indifference demeans.
As I once read -
and by now should have known....
Laugh and the world laughs with you...
Weep and you weep alone.