You're Trying to be a Martha in a Mary World

This is no “mirror talk” It’s a eulogy in the making And your indecision towards everything about me is record-breaking It’s as infinite as a galaxy but not nearly as pretty Well everything I could want, is here with me now Everything I could need, I’m working for right now Well everything I could’ve needed from you Has tasted the needle and watched it’s veins turn neon green Already gone and foaming at the seams At least one of my manifestations deserves to rest in peace I’m reaiming my punch at the wall clock and not the timecard Through the shards, I rip out the smaller hand and admire this blade I’m now wielding And all this time I’m now saving No “higher ups” could hear me bleeding and aching through the ticks of a nine to five but per their message of relief, take it a minute at a time and we’ll be fine While I’m holding this fate-crusher in my palm, I might as well cross a few names off my list You may see this as a fight, not even working taking But my whole life has been an open vein and all I’ve ever done is subsist This is no pep rally, It’s a eulogy in the making