Holy insert-every-possible-expletive-here,

How mind-numbing, and soul-crushing it

Is, to have to deal with other people, like this.

It's shockingly exhausting, it's boring as

All hm-hm-hm, and I can't define the why's

People behave the way they do with others.

It's like there are a lot who need to make

A story happen, and make it unpleasant for

Another, for whatever reason they deem fits.

Can't say understanding will ever come to me,

Mind-boggling how these types are always around;

You can't escape them, always at least one in a group.

And really, it isn't my strongsuit to tolerate bullshit,

And superficiality isn't my wave-length either.

Despise the feeling of being put into a game,

One that confronts me with so much nonsense

My brain doesn't know where to turn sometimes...

Sure, much can be said about my sensitivity,

But c'mon, it shouldn't be like this.

What a monumental waste of time

And energy on nothing worth it,

'Cause after all, they make it up as they go along.