Note: I am currently in quite a low place emotionally, and this poem is what was inspired by the 100 Word Song challenge. If the only thing you have to say is to tell me that I "shouldn't" feel how I'm feeling, then kindly fuck right off. I am feeling how I'm feeling, and I don't have the patience to argue with the sort who wants to sanctimoniously lecture me about it.
I've found in my long and often difficult life that the people who want to tell a sad or angry person to stop feeling that way have gleaned some sort of uncomfortable truth from said individual's work. I've got some bad news for you, Sunshine. Life is not always a happy place, and there are some for whom it's always a struggle. If you can acknowledge that with an open mind, read on. Otherwise,
go here.
No Quarter
When you are
Middle aged
Mentally
ill
And
Badly Broke
You realize
That there
are no
Opportunities
For those
like you
To triumph
Ever
You stop
trying
Because you
can never triumph
You stop
sharing
Because the
only thing that happens
To the
words you share
Is that
they are torn down
Love is
meant for beauty queens
And
opportunities
Are only
given
To those who
meet certain qualifications
Agreed upon
by a shallow
Youth-oriented
Society
I learned
the truth at seventeen
But fueled
by denial
I hoped
that the bleeding hearts and artists
Would
embrace me
It never
happened
~Tempest~
