So what

DD.

The words I write frighten me, in case you think I’m just copying,

Like I’m just writing this because I just watched however many videos on YouTube of whoever talking about the times they wished they were dead or the times they are glad they are alive.

And yeah, I just did that.

So what.

 

Does that make the words I write any less true, because someone has already said them?

The feelings I have any less real, because they are not original.

Maybe it does.

So what.

 

So what, if you’ve been here, or I am not the first. If you really want to be helpful, create some sort of manual.

For the next person who’s sees fat when they look in a mirror, give them these so called ‘tools’ to see this feigned reality.

For the next person that see a brick wall in stairs, tell them how to fly, that will get them where they want to be.

For the next person who is lost in an unbearable darkness, give them a lighter and a candle to burn.

For the next person who sees monsters that you say do not exist, leave them glasses to see what is supposed to be there.

For the next person who finds people impossible, tell them how to make the kind of friends we all deserve.

 

If you know it all, why do we have to find it again.

The shit you give becomes less of an answer, the more crap you are forced to bare.

And if it is as it is supposed, that I am not the first. Then why are we left to try again.

 

Was it not for the great people of our history that claimed such actions to be insanity disguised. 

If the findings of such wizards of the mind are to be believed, does that not make those who proceed to copy the actions of generations before crazed.

In other words, we are all crazy.

Where did it get them, for they are dead now, and for the most part, forgotten?

 

We will all one day be just a memory of the ones we love. And the generation after us in the same position as we find ourselves.

And still we just hit rewind, and play, of the same old lives, the same old feelings and a kind of new time.

All has happened before, but still we try again.

All has been said before, and here I am saying it again.

So really I am copying, so really we all are, 

So what.

  • Author: DD. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 21st, 2017 17:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a bit of a bleak poem - and it does swear once, but I wouldnt class it as strickly 18 plus
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Augustus

    Yea so what. I believe in part we don't learn by reading or example. We have to experience the most terrible things. And looking back we ask ourselves why I just read about. Why could I not avoid it. Or, my parents warned me. You explained it well.



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