2006-08-07
Time Wasn't Made to be Wasted

Books, movies, poetry, music, heat.
Social anxieties otherwise known as antisocial disorder.
Lack of love like a lack of oxygen.

Gasping for air and lovely emotions.
The tension in the air can be cut with a dull crayon.
Crayons and a familiar song are all I need.

Keep the scissors away from me.
Whisper your concerns for my well-being.
Then hug me and smile when I walk by.

Bask in the glory of your always being right.
You knew I'd never make anything of myself.
Laugh and think, "I told her so."