The Monkey Says: Oh

Oh how I yearn for that one thing that would destroy me.
Oh how I yearn for affection, however discreetly.
Oh how I yearn for an escape, one to whisk me away to sheer happiness.
Oh how I yearn for determination, to stop making me incessantly feel like dirt.
Oh how I yearn for happiness, for a facade for all.


Oh how I yearn to sit there, and just stop my forlorn thoughts.