Useless anger circles me
a tiger waiting to pounce
running me in circles
without a real cause.
In silence I hold it back,
the imminent explosion
no idea why it’s there
barely holding on.
I beat the dead horse
with past lies and mistakes
unable to escape the truth
I’m not perfect
but that’s not all of it.
I’m not prefect
nor do I care
miming the motions day to day
crying at night.
No.
Not even crying,
I try to care but I don’t.
Perhaps I complain too much
maybe I lie too often
I might even just smell bad,
then again, who gives a shit.
Yeah, life sucks.
complain while you still can
11/13/12 11;40 pm
Yeah a bit depressing. The main reaosn I write is to get out my feelings, thats how I felt last night. Any ideas for a title? Comment? Please?
~SR
