Since when do I savor
the curling smoke of a passing cigarette?
Momentarily relive the grimy charm of
Vans Warped Tour
and revel in it- just a smell?
My stomach in knots
My disposition, turbulent
Why am I always so turbulent?
Why am I passionate to the brink of chaos?
Sometimes I can't stand it.
Words burn in my mind
Why do I share my essence of self so
freely
when Social Construction dictates
I lie?
yes, I'm mad
so mad, I'm boiling
yet so tragically sad
tragically confused
Wait- but why then am I mad
Maybe I could handle saying
the words if I
got an apology first
Either way I'm an eternal fool
Who am I to embrace something
I know is true?
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