Y O U A R E A F O O L
Knowing realistically it won't change anything. They'll probably shrug you off. Or you'll become water cooler talk about the crazy girl who told them they were fools.
But nonetheless, it's true. For whatever reason, they are a complete and utter Fool. And you could almost hate them, but if you did it wouldn't nag you that they were a Fool. It only nags you because, well quite bluntly, you give a fuck. You want them to not be a Fool, and to open their eyes to real life. But they never will.
So why are you still trying? Why are you singling out hope that one day they'll lift the dunce cap up over their eyes and see the beautiful thing we call rEaLiTy.
They probably won't, but if they do it'll be too late. I will have moved on. And when they say, "What did I do? What's wrong?" I will say, "You were stupid." "You were blind." "Your number came up and it read 'Clueless'." "You, my old friend, were a Fool."
And I'm sorry. But you missed out.
Or they won't ever notice. And their foolishness will never be grasped, or felt, or disappointed. And the jester will find something else.
And the girl on the trapeze will just have to take her bar and move on.
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