A Moment of Heart Pain

Complications and irritations, I deal every day. Many blowing and blustering behind the scenes. Friend is not a possibility. Cruelty every day around that reality. No more setups, buttercups. I define reality as a tree in front of me. My comedy is for the tree to be vampiric and trapping an enemy with wizardry. Do you know form and function? Not really. I am on the stage trying to explain the universe to mice and red ants. Here or overseas, it is all diseased. The ruins of the thought of normality, I live with plurality. There is no home, no release. Everyone is on the phone to the police about THEIR crimes actually. I have had it, and so I just breath, with nothing up my sleeve. I try to connect, but it is never correct if it is something I actually need. Blah blah blah is the melody and I am not the one off key. Everyone looks around and blames it on me. Scream scream, no one is home. Doom and dunder in the land of thunder. Being me is just not allowed in the criminal actions that are never written up for arrest. I do more than enough to prove the day, but with my brain all try to play. Other has made thunder far too powerful, and collapse is eminent for all schools that will house you. Be calm and release the peace.