Toronto

Healthy emo-ing

I can't remember whether I've posted this before, but it looks like a relatively nice piece so here it is.

I can't understand why some people do the things they do.
I can't understand greed. I can't understand lust. I can't understand resentfulness,
though of course, of all the above I've experienced.

I weep for loss, shed tears for broken hearts, pity the weak, love the lonely.
I love, but I am locked.
Locked deep within the deepest, darkest corners of my soul.
Useless, those emotions.

People expound on those, to impress, to cheat, as weapons to fulfill their hidden desires.
Nobody loves, for the sake of loving. Nobody cares, for the sake of caring.
I love you. Love me back.
I give to the poor. LOOK AT ME!
I care for my children. They better return the favor.

I mourn, for the loss, of innocence.

and one more:

An unbidden tear flows from my right eye, as I trudge slowly home.
How fitting, I thought, that I should tear from only one eye.

The hot tear on my right cheek
It's almost like a part of me is weeping
For what I've become.