Emo Jamz

You couldn’t forgive a blind man for looking at you wrong

when you feel your self-pity beginning to sting,

and you latch on to the lyrics of an old Midwest song

as if the words were yours to sing.

You say they make you feel lighter

to know that someone else feels the same hollow

but I notice your throat is getting tighter

with the years of the same sad songs that follow.

You see, we all will grow old

but not everyone will find themselves along the way,

and some constantly need to be told

that their happiness will find them someday.

You still seem so bitter and full of irritation

like your sadness is the only thing to which you can relate

and the only time you find any hint of elation

is when you are stressing all of the things that you hate.

So I think it’s about time you sang some happy lines

and hope they start to heat up inside your throat down to your heart

until the feeling behind them radiates and refines

those resentments that you had expressed from the start.

So the next time a blind man looks at you wrong way

you may lend him your hand to guide your new found friend,

having faith that you have brought colour into his day

and that the sad songs were about to end.