Bleak

Misfortune befalls - you're crying about something real.

Darting looks of curiosity;
Piercing words of judgement,
one by one, a couple at a time, they gather, faking care.

They come with words of concern, they come as though they care.
But the void in their eyes betrays,
and their drowning voices only suffocates the weak.
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These days I feel so worn. Lately the world seems ... uncaring. Tell me someone who truly cares. Tell me someone who isn't speaking words of concern because of social protocol, or zoning out as you're sharing your day to day happenings. Tell me someone who isn't guilty of staring at their smartphone when you're spending time with them. I hate the idea of people not giving their attention when they are supposed to, and all their insincerity. I don't know which is worst - people bothering to act like they care, or candidly showing their nonchalance. Or perhaps me guilty of both the above.

Sometimes I think back and pity people having to listen to me talk, and it hits me that I come across as a self-centred bitch when I spam people with nittygritty details of my life that isn't that interesting actually (LOL). But most times I'm just pissed people don't listen because it hurts that they cannot be bothered to care. Then I recall me seemingly nonchalant about their life happenings at times, and wonder if this is could be karma.