What use is empathy
if you don’t act on it?
Is listening enough,
is part of the problem?
Is sitting down
I don’t know if I have the capacity
to act any more,
except in the sense of performance;
and even that mask is slipping.
A mask which was never for me,
it was for everyone else’s sake.
To be a solid shape,
a cliff edge
to hang to if they slipped,
not a sand dune.
or whatever other crutch,
I become like sand.
When ‘real life’ infringes
on my anarcho-creative
of the world,
I have nothing
and half remembered self-help lies.
I have no practical experience of ‘life’,
just tips on how to avoid it.
If even the most successful of us are riddled
with anxiety, doubt, debt and obligations,
what hope is there
for the rest of us?
What does that mean
for those who can’t always see clearly,
can’t always be chipper,
can’t always be ‘productive’
or ‘good citizens’?
What does it mean for those of us
haunted by the ghosts of our own lives?
There exists a correlation
between those struggling with ‘real life’
and those who struggle with their mind
on a daily basis.
This system is increasingly punishing those people
for their sensitivity, awareness and creativity.
These people run themselves ragged
to give to others.
they are punished,
it’s high time
that the lunatics
took over the asylum.