Poem
Ode to the Stupid
Angry?
Yes, very. Sometimes...
I feel like the world is out to get me.
Skitzo?
Yes... I know, where is my tin foil?
I feel like a candle, you put out my flame with your ignorant spit.
I'd rather burn out on my own.
Angry?
Yes and No. Sometimes...
I know who I am.
A person.
A human being.
I know what it feels like to hate and be hated.
I like it when you think you know who I am.
Angry?
No... not really. Sometimes...
I can forgive you.
I can feel your pain.
Forgivness
takes time.
I've got the time.
You won't listen
Angry?
No, I'm not....... Anymore.
