time and time again (short misanthropy poem)

Cut me off again, this is not a real friend. 

You didn’t even follow me back on TikTok.

Time and time again, years without friends.

Growing up I thought the problem was me.

I thought I was weird.

I thought I was stupid.

I thought there was something wrong with me.

I had a feeling I was different.

People were mean.

I try and have tried,

time and time again.

My optimism is pretty dead now.

This is humanity I guess.

Not much to be proud of,

and not much to be optimistic about.

I try to remind myself that the issue is human nature

and that I’m not crazy. 

It isn’t all in my head.