Long story short: I posted on this topic on the forums yesterday; got a lot of much-needed support, and I proceeded to give birth to this ridiculous pseudo-poem.
***Some foul language***
There’s this nag, you see, in me, and in others,
With this ridiculous smile always plastered on his face;
My feelings, my thoughts – he smears, and he smothers…
*Sigh*…he’s everywhere, he’s all over the damn place!
“Look here,” he screams, “you don’t have it all that bad!
What a loser you are! You can’t function, you little bitch!
Why are you so miserable? Why are you so sad?
Drama-queen you are…a Prima Donna, little wretch!”
But then I think, “Well, hold on, I’ve got A, B and C…
And uh…D, E and F…hell, the list just keeps growing!
Then I write it all out…and well, it didn’t end at Z.
I guess, the weed in my garden, needs a little mowing.
So now, I tell myself: “Look, you’ve got a lot on your mind.
It’s OK to feel bad. It’s OK to be depressed.
Take a deep breath, and don’t forget to unwind;
And fuck all the others who are less than impressed.”
Edited by concerned_husky (10/30/13 06:11 PM)
The ratio of good to bad people in this world will always be tipped in favor of the latter. Always. But that ratio in your own social circle, you can control. And there, and only there, can the balance be favorably tipped, so that those who love you far outnumber those who don't.