i hate when
i've done too much yesterday
so the happy goes away today
because the world has used me up.
it has cut me up and
it has drank my torso out of a quiktrip cup with a straw
and savored the crumbs of my limbs.
i was supposed to be at a meeting today
and i feel raw in the disappointment they probably feel toward me
and the ugly looks they want to give but they smile and say
"it's alright"
instead.
but it's not and never will be and
i'm probably getting kicked out for being a loser.
and it's stupid to get worked up over something like that
just like how fucking confusing this poem is
but it doesn't have to rhyme so it doesn't have to make sense either.
the end
