I don’t know what to do.
Is it me?
Or is it you?

I hate my life,
And I hate the strife,
But I’m glad I have you as my wife.

The problems worsen
Yet no one listens.
So I sit here, bored
And ignored.

They say “You hate problems,
then Quit causing ‘em.”

I want to be left alone.
In complete silence,
And complete peace,
Everything fitting together with ease.

But that’s impossible.
Because what machine works,
With a part that’s been removed…
But if there was less my life would be improved.

Everyone thinks that more is better,
But the very point of writing this letter,

Is to say, to whom I adore,

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE…

For my Anam Cara
© MistEerie(Shilo)