Some doodlings from my brains.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Pickpocketed

When
Did it become
Right [as in correct] to hate
Me to not hate me?
Every cell inside me heard it:
Stop
Stop feeling sorry for
Sorry for
Your goddamned self
But first
First they heard first:
You're not enough--you are never enough
You were never enough
And you take up
Too
Much
Goddamned s p a c e
               In outer space
               I'm
               A
               Speck
I don't feel
Sorry
For my circum[ambulated]
Stances
But for the girl
Who tries hard to be perfect;
Spiritually
Nihilistically
Hated
For not having the right hair, the right body with the
Stick Figure Legs
And I hate that girl because my --ommy and my --addy
    --old me to
Much much much
And I'm sorry
To have these rocks of hate
Thrown at me
From my own goddamned
Pockets

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