The way the cookie worries

My friend circle has diminished from hundreds to about 5 since I had children. The 5 are dynamite friends though. I feel you on this one. Well done and welcome.

Tim

Free verse is an open form of poetry, which in its modern form arose through the French vers libre form. It does not use consistent meter patterns, rhyme, or any musical pattern. It thus tends to follow the rhythm of natural speech.
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Its hard to worry about someone when no one is worried about you.
When the whole world is self-centered to the point that your existence is no-longer that makes them show emotion.

I prefer the ones that like going through the good bits,
like a choc chip in a cookie,
I try to be like that but its hard for someone with imagination of a talented person.

Your care takes, they don’t have time for you, they cant deal with the truth that they might not like you,
so they sugar coat it with the love of a gift.

Even the close ones don’t know you exist,
but its probably better that way.
Everyone pretends to have the weight of the world on their shoulders,
sometimes so much to the point that they start believing its real.

Some people get bored of the fun bits,
they want dramatic movie like bits,
but the only dramatic parts on a cookie are overdone or artificial.

Sometimes I feel like I’m lying and only want the artificial dramatic bits but then my head floods with realist pain stabs into my mind.

Sometimes I have to deal with the minor inconveniences that are the biggest issues to some one else,
and obviously its my fault,
because who else is to take responsibility?

Eventually not a single person knows or understands anymore,
because you used to tell everyone,
but they didn’t care in the way a person should care.

And then it becomes only a few people that you tell,
but they don’t recognize how special they are for you are sharing emotion with them,

then it gets to the part you saved for last,
but the hurt and lies you experienced from everyone else robs the ability to fully ever share again.

But I guess that’s just how the cookie crumbles.
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it would be much easier to read if it were put into stanzas, and less like prose, instead of poetry. I follow your line of thought and feel that way myself sometimes. Let the cookie crumble and the ducks will follow you anywhere! Welcome to Neo.! ~ Geezer.
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