Molest My Ego. Poem by Scott Forster

Molest my ego
make it churn,
soothe it with sympathetic words
not barbs that burn.

I know it's only human
to suffer and feel alone
but it doesn't soften the blow
as it cuts to the bone.

It's to easy to withdraw
turn away in disgust
harder to trust, see those things discussed
engage with the world
and see what lies there.
held a mirror to you
saw you in another light, what I saw I didn't like.

This darkness of mind,
it's all falling away
these disillusioned times
it's all running to decay.
I can't take my eyes
off all that I've lost
and wonder about how much it's cost.

Lessons are hard
Don't you see that life is unfair?
Read something by Baudelaire.
Give me an illusion to live by
to take away the pessimism in the blank sky.

I am in two minds
I'm contemplating blurred designs.
I don't know where I am
Fantasy life in my head.
has the dream unwoven in my hand?

Do you ever doubt what's good and true? ,
I know I do
what the hell am I good for?
honestly I'm not sure.
I've never had more than the coins in my pocket and the honesty in my heart.

Frustration can only bubble and boil for so long
angst contain, constrained, defanged and defamed, so strong.