a shitty fucking poem

no, I didn't think you'd understand
because I know that I can't

and we are only human

like a puzzle with missing pieces

I sit and stare at the unfinished picture

I know what I'm supposed to see
and what's supposed to be there,

but all that's left is an unfinished puzzle

so I just sit and stare.

until it's time to put it away
and face another day

work for a living

why can't I just live?

there are houses to be built

forests to be killed

survival of the fittest.

but for what?

the missing piece

so what's the point?

Of conveying my frustration

sometimes I just sit and cry

and I don't even know why

how pathetic is that?

Why can't I just sit and laugh

No, I didn't think I'd understand.