The Eyes Of A Spectator

I'm going attempt to create my own type of poem. Call it what you want, I'm calling it unique.

Pick up the phone, and blaspheme.
Deliver some patience, and receive hatred.
Realize your will, and take a fake shower.
Burden yourself with respect, and let people trample over you.
Never learn, but keep on striving.
Divine in your mind, but the world is corrupt.
Instinctively do what's right, and receive nothing in return.
Be sad, and make the world happy.
Take in what happiness you can, because there is so little.

Yeah this is pretty sad, but I guess things reflect on how you feel at the moment. Don't read it as a sad poem. Read it was a powerful one. That's what I was amazing for. I wrote it on the spot, while making this post.