A poem

I wish people were better

I wish people would let go

Drop the act and simply be

As the world spins, it spins and spins 

I feel  a blanket of anxiety has turned us all into zombies that are just waiting

Waiting for you to fuck up

But you cannot say how you really feel

You must make it better for others

Instinctually you make them feel better about their own anxiety

You want to be better

It’s exhausting

You find that you’re waiting

Waiting for someone to really look you deep in the eyes and say “how are you?” 

And, they don’t

They’re too worried about what you are thinking about them 

They’re too worried about what they think of them

They’re too worried about it all

I wish for a day we could all be in the world with peace

I wish for that day, knowing that will never happen

I will try again tomorrow

Because I want to be better

And I remember that everything is better with sleep

I wish people were better

I wish people would let go