a life less exhausting
I have just had my tiny grinch
heart handed to me on a silver
platter.
pumping out bile and hatred
and what little caring that was
left
it's called a muscle, but it's shit
and it's the weakest one there
is
The platter is a silver mirror that
only shows me reflections of
stupidity
This is what I get for going against
everything that tells me to just be
quiet
I should of just nodded my head
and tossed out the occasional
"I know"
What was I thinking by being honest
and forthcoming and kind to a
fault
I am going to be shutting down
for a while as I start rebuilding
me
what will be the end result will be a
stone that no amount of weather will
crack
No more letting people in past the door
because no one is worth this amount of
shit