"A Note to 3 Letters"
What does it matter when life looks good on paper when status means more than genuine happiness even if it's filled with falsities
I feel like I've been walking in circles,
tripping over the redundancies,
gradually making myself dizzy
and sick to my stomach
Constantly seeking the approval of him
and maybe one day on a whim
he will replay all the righteous "advice"
he has spewed out over the years
only to finally realize
he was wrong all along
and there is really no right way to live life after all