Oh, Universe

You're not as mysterious as you think, you know.
The trouble you go through to put on such an elaborate show...
I have to tell you, Universe, as you've been speaking to me a lot as of late
It's really a special wish, one which I'm sure others can relate
It's almost a secret, dear Universe, just between you and I.
Are you ready? I'm not sure you are.
Here it goes, nothing to soften that blow:
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Stop kicking me when I'm down.
I don't care if it makes me stronger
Or if it makes me live longer.
I'm tired of this shit and so is everyone else.
Just go and be quiet, the wallflower that stays in the background.
Or, you know what, try this one on for size:
Speak only when spoken to.
Guess what? I haven't said a word.