I’m too angry to care,
but let’s pretend I am.
The world smiles at me—
I smile back, slowly, sarcastically.
Nothing tastes right.
Coffee burns my tongue.
Music insults my ears.
Even my cat looks suspicious.
People talk.
I nod.
I don’t listen.
I glare.
I wonder why everyone exists.
Seriously, who invited them?
The sun is too bright,
the moon is too fake,
the clouds are mocking me.
Even silence is loud.
I snap at shadows.
I roll my eyes at walls.
I’m allergic to kindness.
I’m intolerant of small talk.
And don’t even get me started on “Have a nice day.”
Yet somehow,
somehow,
I survive this circus.
I smirk,
I sigh,
I wait for the apocalypse
or at least a nap.
~~Purba
but let’s pretend I am.
The world smiles at me—
I smile back, slowly, sarcastically.
Nothing tastes right.
Coffee burns my tongue.
Music insults my ears.
Even my cat looks suspicious.
People talk.
I nod.
I don’t listen.
I glare.
I wonder why everyone exists.
Seriously, who invited them?
The sun is too bright,
the moon is too fake,
the clouds are mocking me.
Even silence is loud.
I snap at shadows.
I roll my eyes at walls.
I’m allergic to kindness.
I’m intolerant of small talk.
And don’t even get me started on “Have a nice day.”
Yet somehow,
somehow,
I survive this circus.
I smirk,
I sigh,
I wait for the apocalypse
or at least a nap.
~~Purba













