Marooned

I used to have a lot of time alone, but now my phone's ringing every goddamn second.

I'm sick of the people I know
I'm sick of their goddamn jokes
I'm sick of the places I go to and the s**t I have to go through

I'm sick of the s**t that I own
I'm sick of the lies that I'm told
I'm sick of the sites that I go to and the ads I have to go through
I miss being me being marooned

I'm sick of the feelings I show
I'm sick of the feeling I don't
I'm sick of the simple puzzles that simply slip away

I'm sick of all the s**t I see
I'm sick of what I can't be
I'm sick of the feelings I feel that make me feel like s**t
I miss being me being marooned

I miss the water that touched my toes
I miss the island that I sat on
I miss the thoughts that I thought about
I miss being me being marooned

Reviews

[Dana Shefelbine]

you're the only person i know that's posted something like this,
something i couldn't explain in words.
this poem's like a kick in the teeth, in a good way.
straight to the point.
i love it.

[Legion]

I can understand that, but keep in mind once there alone and marooned eventually you will get tired of that as well. ;)