Dance of the Unidentified

Not the average insolent little boring sympathy beggar Keep your expensive acceptance I prefer my own I can smoke my own ego in a pipe without having to taste yours. The indecent part of me likes to battle it out knowing only that nothing you say can turn me over or turn me out the one thing I have over you is control I roll on and you roll back I took the trash to the corner and found myself smiling in your puddle of drool... so much panting for one little day... all one way all the same all cuts down to one small thing... attention gained the wrong way stays the wrong way and the faces people make at you will keep you tanked and suspicious and you never come around never see that it's all you all your misery is you all your suicidal threats all of your singing and dancing... you are the only one who hears the music but we all watch you dance and it's all in your mind because no one is watching you and no one hears the music it's blown your mind... how best to keep friends... how best to be it's blown your mind that you can be anything but what you are.... take it with you... pinch it all you want I don't think you will wake up I don't think you will ever be aware. Hold on...it's going to be years before you finish dying but you started so long ago. Such surrender to the insignificant such devotion to the world of superficiality and false identity and all for what? to come across the way you never meant to. who's that girl. you don't even know yourself.