Cynicism and Paranoia

Where's the hope for me?

The news says “hope”

And I say never.

I see those people’s faces

And they cry

Tears of brightest blue.

Their hopes are renewed.

I’m sitting in the back

Arms crossed and eyes rolling

Because I think I know the truth

And believe there is no such thing

As this hope that seems

To be filling those before me.

Too young to be jaded,

Too old to be innocent

There’s no in-between

For someone like me.

And now I’ve become

The worst kind of enemy.

I don’t want to speak my mind

And ruin the fun

With my cynicism

And all this hopelessness

That we can be something more

And a bit less listless.

I no longer trust

And I’m just too paranoid.

Everyone I see

Is a dangerous stranger to me.

Even those that live

In the same house as me.

The news contradicts

Everything it says.

One day there’s hope

And the next is despair.

They live in fear

Losing their dear hope.

I guess I’m protected

From losing something

I never had in the first place.

But I see those people

And all they want

Is something to believe in.

Author's Note

True story.

Reviews

[Ralphy]

Really, that's is a horrible state to be in. Although, not as uncommon as many might think. Cynicism, well that ok to deal with but paranoia, the great destroyer is def not. The flow of the poem is consistent and shows a great deal of image of this persons mind. How and somewhat why the person is in this state of mind is not total clear. I mean the driving force, but that doesn't matter since the message is there. It is nice to hope, believe there is something greater, driven with a purpose. I find hope even in a limited state of mind.

The poem is great, the message is clear, the fonts I suppose echo the sentiments of the author...thank you