Memoirs Of A Lonely Coffee Shop Poem by Abby Koning

Memoirs of a Lonely Coffee Shop

If I could, I would pass my days in coffee shops
Pensively sipping my chai tea latte and watching the passersby
Doing what they do best and simply passing by
The world, never stopping to think,
To consider.
A lifetime of realism, understanding, creativity
Traded for a few moments of happiness
And I wonder, is it really such a bad deal?
But happiness is fleeting
And verily, verily it flees from me
Try as I might to hold onto it
Happiness is a fickle emotion, dependent on others
And I’ve always been too independent
So, I suppose I was doomed from the very beginning

And I dwell when I should forget
And I think too hard when I shouldn’t think at all
I sit in my room and read poetry and Shakespeare
When I should be out laughing with people
But people are just so exhausting
And I’m just too pessimistic
It’s the bane of my existence,
I am the bane of those I love

It’s getting so hard to smile and pretend
That I don’t over-analyze
That I don’t feel on the inside
Emotions are frowned upon
Emotions are a sign of depression
Or so they tell me.

This is ridiculous
I want to scream at the passersby
Stop
Look around you
Everything is not perfect and pretending it is won’t make it so!
No one ever changed the world by thinking!
(How ironic. They could say the same to me
I guess we’re all hypocrites in the end.)
Yet they pass me by
And I watch them go
Envious, yet pitying,
I am alone in this coffee shop
And my chai tea is getting cold.