Just Because

My maturity level tells me

you can’t make someone love you,

the most you can do is stalk them

and hope they’ll start thinking of you.

It takes years to build up trust

and just suspicion to destroy it,

I know depression’s anger without enthusiasm

that’s why I don’t enjoy it.

Don’t compare yourself to others

they’re more screwed up than you think,

age is a high price to pay for maturity

and it can drive people to drink.

Take a second look at people

who complain when their life is soft,

pay no attention to what you wear

for it’s all how you take it off.

None of this makes sense at all

but in many ways it does,

just say you read this for whatever reason

and I wrote it, just because.