I feel like this whole world is mocking me.
Everything in it, from the mountains
right down to the sand on the ocean floor.
Even the stars. I feel like they’re whispering to me
a song that’s most unpleasant. A future
that I’m unaware of having.
They dance around in their velvet sky,
winking down sarcastically.
Insulting me, dancing around my troubles,
shouting words of discouragement,
mocking me, taunting me.
I hate it; I hate everything in this world.
From the mountains, right down
to the sand on the ocean floor.
Everything in between. Especially
the stars. Who are you to taunt me?
Who are you to mock me?
You have no right!
Whatsoever.
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