Bad Mood, Bad Mood

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning

I can see my reflection in the mirror, disapproving

I wish to talk to no one

Can they please leave me alone, thank you

Every little thing gets on my nerves

Even my cutest cat cannot please me

Pessimism is eating me up inside

Cheerfulness is nowhere to be found

And I'm writing this  like a kindergarten

Beats Me

What's so wrong and enigmatic about not desiring for money and success?

About not craving to be "somebody"?

About abolishing the mainstreams of life?

People can be so typical and narrow-minded sometimes.