Frivolous feelings,
no strong meanings,
I feel as if I am a nonenity.
These thoughts obsess,
this ornate mess.
My mind is porous.
I have a qualm in my stomach,
when I think of you.
All that's left of me is a meaningless residue.
You try to show sympathy,
but you can't fool me.
I will sustain my feelings on my own.
You can see me now,
but soon I will be an apparition.
I will not cower this time.
But, instead, I will disdain you.
My epitaph will surely not include facetious and happy feelings.
I'm starting to feel inaudible...
You seemed so plausible,
but, now I understand you weren't.
Aloof, is what I am.
People are passing..they don't see me.
Do they?
I guess you could call this mental,
but, I assure you it is not anguish.
You ruined it for me...
I will purge you from my mind,
and then rehabilitate myself.
I am no longer your scapegoat.
I will no longer be ostracized.
I guess, all of this was just a long way of saying goodbye...
