73. Ignored

All alone
Sitting in the pub with my phone
People let me down
Surrounded by rat faced clowns.
Two drinks in
Patience is wearing thin.
Who cares anymore?
Living this life is such a chore.


I know I ain't the best
I like to be diverse
I seldom agree with your opinions
And it may be me that's worse.


I drink and confuse.
Your morals are so far removed
From that which I believe
I am me and that simply cripples me.
I long for your content
Awaiting in a tight sealed air vent...
Why do I carry on?
I text a random person on my phone.


To you I'm myself
Too long spent on the shelf.
I can't interact anymore.
I find your compassion as much a bore
As your illogical attitude
You know you have to catch me in the mood
To care above more than me.
What point in the feeling of synchronicity?

I know I ain't the best
I like to be diverse
I seldom agree with your opinions
And it may be me that's worse.

Yet all the time I divulge inspiration
And yet you ignore.
What point in being ignored
When you are such a droneless bore?