A Foul Mood

I am pulled apart by my crazed emotions Half blown up and backwards My desperation and depression is tied in a knot And there is only one working hand left Indignation took the other one years ago I am frustrated now because I can no longer clap for you My mood is foul I revel in the stench of mediocrity I feel notoriously lopsided and naked Exposed, anxious, a laughing stock. I have to say this now.... I hate all of you! Which side should I share? No side at all. I will keep myself to myself. I am in a foul mood, angry and saddened. Yes, you put me here. I take no blame for my attitude, my feelings or my persona. Look at yourself closely, oh, masses You show me magazines To prove my neck is too thick for my small head. You are thorns, mongrel dogs, baddies. I hate all of you. Every single last one. You know who you are.