My coffee, I drink it black
Because sweetness is something I’ve come to lack
And my life doesn’t need that anyway
So I drink my coffee black.
And my beer, I drink so warm
Because it’s not meant to be enjoyed anyway
I drink it when I’m alone, on my own, without you
Because your disapproving stares aren’t helping me at all.
My life, I take it for granted so often
Though I know I never should, and will regret it
I still do so, never with the consideration that maybe someday I’ll be something
Something I can finally be proud of instead of whatever I am now.
I’ve always hated shitty stupid depressing art like this
I mean, if you would be as generous as to call it art anyway
But it’s what is haunting my mind today, I’ll never claim to be proud
And here it is, regardless of your opinion on it and regardless of its quality.
Fuck you, and fuck all the time I wasted trying so hard to please you
Maybe you’re impossible to please, and maybe I’m just not cut out for it
But in my mind, what counts is the effort and dedication I put into it in the first place
And in your mind, I’m old news now anyway
Honestly, I can’t imagine too many people are going to be able to appreciate this at all. It’s a somewhat free-verse poem I guess. I kind of followed a pattern or rhyme scheme or whatever in the first stanza, but I gave it up pretty much immediately. This was a way for me to spill my thoughts and feelings today, and you’re free to take away from it whatever you please. I’m sorry if this seems whiny or depressing or just plain unworthy of the attention you put into it, but it is what it is. Thanks for reading.