Inverse Sadness

I didn't mean to get you caught up in the vortex of my physics.

With some math skills I thought I could fix it.

Life threw a curve ball when I was weakest, but isn't that the way it goes?

That once you learn how to pitch, you're too old to throw?

Like a child, I learned to play the game by your rules.

Now I just feel like I played the fool.

The more I'm sad, the lesser I feel, and I try to use philosophy to say:

"none of this is real."

You play your game, like a cat and mouse.

You are never welcome here again.

Leave my house!

I'm going to care less, and that's when I'll get strong.

But you and me, we'll never get along.

There's nothing more to say, I quit.

And I'm done.

That's it.