Happy Poem

Excuse me while I shove lead up my fingertips.

Excuse me as I sit up and bleed

It's impossible to comprehend why I cannot stand me.

I don't have anything against the world well maybe Yes I do.

So maybe I'll just tear up veins, and sew them with lead screws.

Watch me as I defile the very vessel that is me. Watch the way my skin pale's so hideously

And I'm sorry if you don't approve, and I'm sorry I don't care.

Because I'd rather sit here all night and discolor my hair.

And forgive me when I take up my ink imbedded pen. And sear myself and dye it again, and again

And I'm sorry for being sorry

And to tell you it's not fair.

I hate the looks you give

Yeah I'm a freak who cares.

So I sit alone in my room, looking at this rusted phone, and seemingly the thing has melted into my hand.

Now I'm sick of being hated.

I just push you all away, with my pretty paper cutter, and force myself to watch as I cut away this.

I'm sick of them lying

I'm sick of me crying.

So I crawl into a ball and beg you away.

And ignore the phone in my rusted hand ringing.

On the first tone I hate you

Second, I ignore you

Third I cannot stand this

What did I ever do to deserve this?