Monday, August 2, 2010

Who Cares!

This merry-go-round has become boring.
How long are you going to pretend that you are happy?
How long will you keep your eyes closed to your future?
How long will you keep dragging me back?
I have grown tired,
And frustrated with your lack of confidence,
And inability to make
Just because you are content does not mean that you are happy.
I have offered you the olive branch so many times,
Only to have it perverted into a flail
To beat yourself with.
You know you are going to die don’t you?
Oh not now,
Not quickly either,
But slow, and painfully,
You will just fade out of existence,
And become a memory.
A disliked and unhappy memory
If that.
This is your last chance.
Once I’m out that door you are on your own.
I will not look back
And I will not care,
But I can see from your eyes
You don’t care either.
That’s fine
I will have my life,
I just hope you will make the most of the time you have left.

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