2002-05-22 | ANGER IS A GIFT

do i deserve you?

do i unnerve you?

do i reserve the right to grab your life by the wheel and swerve you?

do you hear me?

are you near me?

do you have any evidence that leads you to fear me?

it's that time of year

i feel like i'm in the circus of termites again

they fly above my head

i slap them 'til they're dead

seperate them from their wings

teach them about beautiful things

show them how to crawl

and sit back and laugh at it all

stop looking at the ground

notice your own sound

see how obnoxious it is?

now that i've met you i know what nauseousness is

do i know you?

what do i need to show you?

how much have i taken from the world, that makes you think that i own YOU?

did i steal you?

how do i conceal you?

if you're this fake and transparent, how do you expect me to feel you?

the termites are turning into ants

their wings blow in the air like dust

do they fall to the ground, or do they dance

how do i know who to trust?

watch it all turn to rust

i will if i must

watch the earth turn to mush

can we please get a rush?

on the demise of all that's fun

and the moral of every one

why can't we see through

all the shit that we go through?

why can't we ignore

the ones who stand in front of the door

people that we hate put us to the ultimate test

do we rise above, or feel like less and less?

do we let them humiliate us

or understand how they underrate us

and make them look like fools in the end

sadly, sometimes we lose sight of our friends

the real ones don't pretend

even when your blind, they're there when the smoke is gone at the end

(or something...that didn't go smoothly, but i made it up as i went along, so there!)

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