POETRY OF THE BROKE

83. Patience In Madness

You must learn to find patience in other peoples madness,
Even though their value of life seems to deplete in average eyes,
Because of the way they can change masks so fast,
Even though they are selfish in their world of believing in temporary family,
And well capable of temporary abandonment for temporary stages in time,
Just know, they'll be back because they walk on temporary semi-permanent lines,
Forever accepting the feeling that they will always be alone,
Emotionally abandoning everyone,
But I will vow to have patience in your madness,
I'll brink reality into your made-up world,
And my rules are; you are not allowed to start a fight with me whenever you feel the need to be absent,
I'll forever stay adjacent in the back of your shadows hidden where you can't see me,
You are not allowed to pick words into sentences out of a dictionary that sounds like you care,
Because I know you can't because nobody has ever cared for you,
Face the truth,
And you can't keep acting monologues to me because I know you're just feeding off of reactions,
I'll give you none.
I'll give you what I know I'll be given in the future, instead of what you give me in the present,
And fortune telling isn't my cup of tea,
So this should tell you dealing with you is not at my mental capacity,
And I know if I die in the process you will laugh at me,
And probably steel the jewels from my corpse,
I must have patience in your madness,
Found through worm holes into different time warps.