Not Ready
in my head
in my head
he doesn’t know what can be said
he thinks I’m shallow
but I’m not
deep instead I’m not a ****
so I drink
until I’m sick
in my head
in my head
he doesn’t know what can be said
in his world
its all about him
nothing else sink or swim
he doesn’t know
in my head
what can be said
he doesn’t know that deeper thoughts lay within
not just the outer shell that can be seen
what a snot
uptight
he can’t see beyond
but I’m not
so I can see different perspectives that lay within
thick or thin
lay beneath or between
shoot yourself
your not worth my time
benign
smaller and smaller like a tumor
tick tock
don’t stop
good night
I am right
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