One of several poems Mort's been working on lately, part of a collection we're tentatively calling The Beginning is the End.
-Jacob
Are you happy now?
Now that I'm gone
And you've no one to belittle,
But you're not alone somehow
Are you happy?
Now that you've broken me down,
Turned all your friends against you
And made a huge mess of me
Can you be happy?
You never let yourself be
Always finding problems with people
And most everything you see
Are you at least satisfied?
Some people think you are
Social media says you're fine
But has light in your eyes died?
Will you at least be satisfied?
Stabbing my back every time you see me,
Running me through with you beloved word-sword
And wondering why I haven't died.
Can you ever be satisfied?
How many more will you destroy?
Sucker them in, deceive and lie
While you plot to destroy all pride.
When will I be happy?
When will I be satisfied?
Will you ever be either?
I don't know what you'll be
But I know where I stand, alive,
And where I'm going.
I don't know what you'll be or do,
But I swear, I will thrive.
