I've had enough of this,
you think you're never wrong
and that it's okay to treat me
like I'm her.
But wait,
you treat her better--
maybe because she's depraved
and you know she'll never leave you
for anyone else,
because she couldn't fuck another
if she tried.
Desperation will drive you to strange places,
but at least then I'll always be far away from you
in a land where loneliness is okay
and people are treated as something real--
not as the numbed bodies you think we all are.
well,
that you think I am, at least...