Nonsense And Pineapples

Nonsense and Pineapples
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The sun is up,
Yet I am down...
My life is curved;
It makes a frown.
The people here
In my hometown
Are drenched in haters;
I'll watch them drown.
I love these fools;
They are my love.
I am in love...
Wait, what? Sick of.
I meant sick of
All of these things
That they're doing.
These stupid flings
That all of them
Are part of and
I watch as they're
Continuing
To break their hearts
Apart because
They are not smart;
They're in a play,
They flunk their part.
Because living...
It's a lost art.
They fail to see
What I am seeing.
They aren't with me
In mind or being.
They all are fleeing
From what they fear.
And I'm agreeing;
They're all insane.
I can't help feeling...
I should be freeing
Them from themselves.
Because I care
For their well-being
And my insanity
Is contagious.
These things I hear
They are outrageous.
They are not real,
They cannot feel,
My mind is famous
For the things it
Thinks when I'm alone.
My thoughts, they are
Flirtatious, these
Romantic dreams
And fantasies
About my life,
About my death,
About the blood
My wrists have shed.
I should be dead.
I lay in bed,
And question this;
My existence,
My relevance.
My head is sick;
I should be dead.
I don't make sense.
I never have.
My people,
They don't understand.
I'm lost inside,
Too lost to save.
My crazy mind
Will be my grave.
I am not brave.
I am a coward,
Not empowered,
Rather flowered
With all these thoughts
That often soured
The best of days.
I am nonsense,
It's no contest.
My mind's intense,
Each thought brings pain,
I'm truly insane.
This poem's rhymes,
They remind me
Of all the times
That I have found
It's hard to rhyme
And hard to see
Through all the tears
Surrounding me.
I've tried so hard
To become free,
It's hard, as most
Of you will see.
It's hard to be
Someone like you.
It's hard in any
Point of view.
You live, you try,
And then you die.
You may as well
Just say goodbye
To all your people;
Please don't cry.
I'm not saying
You shouldn't try.
I'm saying that
Some people die,
And some people
Attempt to fly,
And then they fall,
And breach the sky.
It's gone awry;
My life will crash
And burn today.
I'm not okay.
I've tried to be,
But in the end,
I have no say
In how I feel;
I'm not okay.
This nonsense poem,
It's all I own.
The only thing
I have that's grown.
It's grown and yet,
It's still so small.
It doesn't mean
A thing at all.
It won't make sense
To anyone.
For me it's fun,
And I've begun
To wonder where
And who I'm from.
Now I can't stop;
My mind is gone
It's broken now,
While it was strong
So long ago
My flow's not great
But that's okay.
No-one to judge,
No-one to hate.
Nonsense and I,
Pineapples, too.
Makes sense to me,
But not to you.
And that's okay;
It's also true.
Pineapples, they
Mean nothing to
You.
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