You complain,
you grumble,
you moan a lot,
you are never happy,
you float your brig in the sea of vicious desires
and always anchor on some troubling knot,
for you think if you make noise
you will be heard,
you believe one with the loudest voice
is heard the most,
little do you realize
that the hoopla you create
often lands on deaf ears,
for when crying becomes a​ habit
you are labeled as phony,
and I pity you
and at times laugh at your ostensible world

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