You don't get to be sad. by Extinctionism, literature
Literature
You don't get to be sad.
Are you ever furious?
Angry at the fact you can't get angry?
Tired of being tired,
and finding boredom very boring?
When everyone sits around
expecting you to be perfect?
Their own little ray of sunshine.
When after all
you can give no more advice
no helping hands to spare.
Worrying about your friends
pulling out every hair.
And all those broken birds of prey
sit round and they do say
"Where is my little piece
of your flesh
your meat and bones and happiness?
Why do i not have
every last scrap
feasting on your wellbeing
until you can only feel like crap?"
Well i would be one who says
"I'm a person too
and believe it or not
my kings and queens
Though you walk through the shadow
Of the valley of death
You shall fear no evil,
For i walk beside you as a friend.
Should your arms falter
I shall carry the lantern
That lights your way.
Should your strength fail you
I shall carry the load
That burdens you so.
I, as your friend, shall give you
Direction in the darkness
A voice in the silence
And a light at the end of the tunnel.
And although you walk through the shadow
Of the valley of depression
You shall fear no emptiness
For i walk beside you, as a friend.