Lie To Me

Lie to me, emotions
Tell me nothing’s wrong,
I defy you.
It seems every good moment
Is a clever ploy to keep me alive;
Just a temporary release
From the bitter world within me.
"Don’t be sad,
I grew out of that years ago"
They all seem to imply.
Pardon the expression, fellows,
But spare me your bullshit.
If real thoughts are beneath you,
Then you can pound me into the ground,
For all it’s worth.
You won’t have me denying this.
This ecstasy in pain.
It must be all I’ve got, now.

This is a week or two old, I believe. At the request by kaisha for *something,* I figured I'd post it. Just another generic poem about pain in general. And a little confusing in points, apparently.

"Pardon the expression, fellows, but spare me your bullshit" refers to the people who tell me to just be happy, not you guys.