Its therapeutic
Letting all the poison out
It clears my mind
Even though I’m saying things
I would never speak out loud
I spit it
I forget it
Makes things more tolerable
But sometimes,
I wish I had the audacity to say it for real
Instead of hiding behind a pen name
I’m a pretender from time to time
But everyone has to be
We can’t just say what we really think
Can we?
I can’t call you an idiot
Though you are
I surely can’t flip off a stranger
Though I’d like to
I have to control my frustrations
But if I were allowed
I’d just slap the crap out of you
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