Growing Weary

Photo credits: Court_by_bucz at DeviantArt.com

Poem from Vendetta Against The World collection

I am growing weary now,

Of a couple of things, really.

I could pen them down,

And then feel downright silly.

I might as well just do it,

As a reminder for my mind

So it doesn't jump into it all

Driven by emotions so blind.

I am growing weary now,

Of the social commentary;

Comparisons and suggestions,

From a self-proclaimed jury.

Your critique is not required, thanks,

I live my own circumstance.

My ball is not in your court,

Please continue your own victory dance.

 I am growing weary now,

Of fake standards of perfection.

Your theologies, ideologies, 

Legends of your pure evolution.

I set my own standards,

Good and evil is pretty simple.

I take my own notes on life

The rest I can crumple.

So take your agenda home, please,

Bother not and don't tell why or how.

It's past the midnight hour,

And I am growing weary now.