Others around me seem so carefree.
I have to wonder what the hell is wrong with me.
Their naive happiness seems a shallow goal.
Searching instead for a way to save my wretched soul.
My disillusionment easily justified.
In these fools I find no allies.
Ignorant and unable to see
Basic truths so obvious to me.
But perhaps there’s another turn of this phrase.
Surely they’re not all skipping along in a blissful haze.
Maybe it’s me who doesn’t really care.
Their trivial problems and insecurities I can’t bear.
When the daughter I love is dead in the ground,
Others whining and complaining just isn’t profound.
The thing they don’t get
Is that this day-to-day crap doesn’t matter one little bit.
Posting those perfect photos of a fake life.
Self-esteem hangs in the balance of those coveted likes.
It’s so easy to be an Insta-whore.
Just share another picture of a barely covered ass — such a bore.
Don’t forget to flash the bottom of those Louboutins.
Seen it all before; this tired act makes me yawn.
What they’ll find at the end of their time
Is that they’re a dozen a dime.
Praise from strangers they don’t even know.
As fickle as the direction a breeze may blow.
Gone at the first hint of trouble.
I’ll be the one to burst that pathetic bubble.
They keep right on ignoring those who really matter.
Consumed by social media’s incessant chatter.
Wasting precious time they can never replace.
All in this vain effort to win the rat race.
I dropped out long ago.
It wasn’t a hard decision to forgo.
I just had to be shown the light.
The key to it all hidden in plain sight.
Oh but what a stiff price to pay
To finally have something important to say.
This knowledge few will bother to heed.
Fame and fortune they think they need.
It’s those small moments that really matter the most.
Cherish them now rather than chasing a ghost.
That’s the big secret I’m trying to tell,
Though it doesn’t seem to matter how hard I yell.
My warning so easy to ignore.
They see me as a preachy bore.
Daughter gone yet my words ring hollow.
One bitter pill after another to swallow.
If only my simple truth they would hear,
Pain finds us all but guilt and regret might disappear.
My only choice now is to walk a few more miles.