I am the last preference of everybody around,
Piercing silence in a medley of sound,
A black sheep in a heard of woolly white,
Everything I do is wrong, anything I don't, is right,
Wallowing in tubs of my piteous self,
Why, my existence is worse than Dobby, the house elf,
Bored to death of a bleached out day,
Searching for sense seems like that needle in the hay,
Suffering the ignorant arrogance of suffocating pomp,
Balancing withering wisdom against a teenage romp,
My speech has dropped to monosyllables, idiotic and terse,
All I do now is write lines of nonsense verse.
Its amazing how clearly you seemed to have tapped into exactly what is bothering the majority of us these days. Thanks !
ReplyDeleteits called ennui i believe.
ReplyDeletei dont know what to say.... i feel like this all the time...
ReplyDelete*walks away sadly*
Come on, it can't be all that bad! Is it?
ReplyDelete@Vigs: This is not a good state to be in. But still it feels good to know I am not going crazy all alone :). You are welcome.
ReplyDelete@Rapz: Summarized it in one word, eh? And to think I wasted so many lines on it.
@Sanjana: Bless that somebody! Maybe I need a Hermione starting a SPEW for ppl like me :o).
@Grafx: Aww... don't feel sad. This kinda thing doesn't last long. Atleast I hope it doesn't.
@Khushee: It is feels every bit as bad as it sounds. But I don't feel like that all the time. Only every now and then... :)
*hugs*...
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