An Emendation Of Sorts

Life was harder than I thought it be,
even saying that out loud was betraying the difficulty of this life,
oversimplifying it,
if anything

Maybe it was not hard,
maybe it was just different than I thought it would be,

Maybe different did not mean difficult,
maybe it just meant different,

I threw up my hands when I figured out how foggy this was,
and when I had trouble suffocating myself,
I thought about how it was illegal to take my own life,

it was illegal,
and it was all harder than I could have ever imagined,

but then again,
and the end of the day,
above the hovering fog,
above the clouds that never belonged to me,

it was all so much for the simpletons,

was it not---