Thinking

Kind people who don't do their job properly are frustrating. Sigh
For immersion: Ballad like, read in increasingly snarky tone (dynamic lol) ((I'd totally read it out loud if it didn't sound better in my head. Ouch)):
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Lately, I hear voices when I muse,

Be nice and true, they say.
Be productive and feared,
Be all the things I couldn't be,
For these expectations are yours,
These problems are yours,
I've simply transferred ownership.

It doesn't matter that you're young, Inexperienced, learning, growing,
Only the most perfect is expected of you,
What, you think I'm being unfair?
It's your job, your harness,

I,

Let,

You,

There.

I owe you, and you owe me.
We owe each other, and nothing,
Nothing you say will ever stay,
In the crevices of my mind;
They flow out, insignificant as you are,
And yet I ask you for your opinion,
For you to consider and think hard,
Then deny you harshly,
Hah,
Is it torture?
Well, I can't imagine.

Don't make an enemy out of me,
Even when I've antagonised you,
For I provide sweet nothings,
My abundance of kindness,
Something,
That does not help you,
Burdens you further, it does,
No!
Your needs, the guidance I should provide,
Are none of my concern, much like my duty here.

But here,
Have a cookie,
Take the entire jar, sweetie,
What? You can't refuse,
Clouding your judgement,
May have been my intention,
Go on, take it,
It'd only be improper, they say.

The voice continues in my mind,
A manifestation of a person,
I close my eyes,
And realise,
I cannot change them,
Like how a salmon can't change a tide,
Only I can change my ways,
I must walk away.

I open my eyes,
Light streaming inside,
Even clouds carry storms at times.

-N.Mysha