Saturday, 25 February 2012


I don’t feel that any of this is fine.

Your attitudes all stink. Yes, I said that.

You want me back on Prozac. I decline –

Which makes me "awkward". I’m the one you’ve spat

On time and time again. I’ve had enough.

Still, what is the use in my complaining?

The system’s unfair, sure – but that’s just tough.

Mind divert us with pretend "campaigning".

I just needed somebody to talk to.

It might be too late now. I am broken.

I was an inconvenience to you.

Would it have been so hard to have spoken

To me – as one human to another?

Talking might have helped me to recover.

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