including me
originally written 04.01.03

setting myself up with greed,
i need to feel myself bleed
blood and air, and gather
stares, fall down stairs,
and catch angry glares.
fill the world with wonder
with a misguided blunder,
crash land in a pile
of rubble and stumble
onto something greater
than that which i anticipated...but i
anticipate very little, if anything:
nothing.

their eyes fall upon me
casting shame and that
who the fuck are you?
message with their brows.
i'm feeling lousy and kinda
drowsy--but that's from the
nyquil...because i'm sick,
with the disorder of being a prick.

so tired decieving, only to
be recieving hateful looks
from everyone--
including me.