spring: sick

I'm getting sick of
displaying of affection,
assumptions that an audience
would appreciate the excitement.

I'm getting sick of
presumptious affectation,
addressing salutations
to people just vaguely familiar.

I'm getting sick of
pretend felicitation,
an endless collection of
merely empty congratulations.

I'm getting sick of
well-meaning intervention,
declaring the intention
of abetting hopeless endeavours.

I'm getting sick of
just trying to be myself,
cynically admitting
to caricaturing someone else.

there is nothing much to say about this. it started as an exercise of wordplay, and it just became depressing.