Ingratitude Is A Heavy Burden to Carry

I’m in peace. You? Falling into pieces.

I go east. You chose to go west.

I ask… did you do what was best?

Was it worthwhile to be a pest?

To give me no morning rest?

Now, you feel so so stressed!

Now you feel the weight on your chest.

Stressed, suppressed, depressed, you feel.

We aren’t dreaming, this isn’t Brazil.

You chose to belittle and to conceal.

Let me reveal. The seal? Ain’t made of steel.

So many promises, so little “we will”

Some call you Lucille, Camille, or ordinary Bill

No no. Fake, you are. You ain’t even that real.