I dread tomorrow

No, I do not pride myself

Over that which is unfortunate.

No, I do not find joy

Out of her tragedies.

If you bothered to listen,

Bothered to not be amused,

You would hear me.

But you never hear

And you always laugh

At what makes me weak.

I cannot sleep,

Simply because I dread

All that is tomorrow.

Because I hate this life,

And nothing but myself.

But you prefer to observe

My faults and lack of empathy

And always see the worst in me.

I do not smile at those

Who are unhappy.

I do not laugh at those

Who have been broken.

You choose to see it that way

Because you need a blame

And you pin it on me.