Surviving Self Resentment - Insense

Waking, waking, waking, waking…

Waking up, in a pile

Drab curtains hide the graying sky outside

Thick in my head, weights it down

Sleepy eyes won’t wake up today

So alive and yet I feel so dead inside

A withered branch, a tired face

If no one comes, it’s OK

I don’t care to socialize today

Much less smile

Hurt me once, once again!

This pale shell, pathetic don’t you think?

Mirrors don’t lie, your a joke!

Dumb fucker with an attitude!

Look down in shame

It’s hard to find someone else to blame

You’re stuck with me

I’ll bring you up to speed!

Cause you’ve got no class

You’ve got no style

You’ve got no education worthwhile

You’ve got no friends, well you got me

To make you comfy in your misery

No quality genes to pass along

No sense of purpose you could call your own

A withered branch on the family tree

With any luck this line will stop with me

It’s the withered branch on the family tree

With any luck this line will stop with me

God how I love…

Days like these!!!