Round Dos

i can't express
your unbeknown shiftiness
i wanted to say shitiness
but the English language spell check refuses to acknowledged
"shit"
as a word
sad
i don't think any of you will ever understand what it's like
to look into someones face and feel constant liar
constant bullshit
constant
constant
constant
constant
immediate
lack of consideration
i must write this down
or one day
i'll walk out of the kitchen
with paco's aluminum bat held tight in my hands
and go after the mirrors
go after the beer tab
go after the sangria glass
and break it all apart
sometimes nothing would make me happier
than throwing a chair through a plate glass window
theres love in here somewhere
and i hide it well
i'm waiting
wondering
hoping
for the next one
to show me that this isn't all so sick
to prove that maybe what i'm thinking
isn't so bad after all
maybe i just need a hug
a stupid small sign of affection
something to show me that this place
isn't filled with horrible people
like i think it is
maybe i just need someone to drop their shit
like i dropped mine
but you always prove me wrong
fuck it
i'm young
maybe this is just now
and that's cool
i guess