February 25th, 2009

I am not crazy.
Please, don't tell me to calm down.
Would you like to see
What it actually looks like
When I flip out?

Please, stop asking me favours.
Stop being nice
If all you want
Is something from me.
Because I'm done.

I've got people all around me
Smiling with their guns to the back
Of my head
I wish they'd all go away
Please, could you all go away?