I Pity You Poem by Kitti Manson

Reality is what I see
And it's way too real for me.
Love and hate,
Baby- you're too late.
We're all our own victims
Living by life's theorems.
Swallowing medication left and right
Only to cover up problems and fright.

Destiny and fate still glow,
Wind will still blow.
The widow will still cry,
And the cancer patient will still die.
The glass will stay on the beach
And peace- still out of reach.
So do what you do,
And I will still pity you.