Rare Form
I feel like shit Not sick Like a piece of shit Excrement Fluent From these lips Like I just can’t help it Resident to this foul mouth I should reside on someone’s couch Instead So they can shrink me down Into scrips and tips Lessons to improve within The confines of my head Then I can stop feeding Into every little stint of seething anger when I’m heated Screaming leaving my kettle on the burner Til I’m overflowing lava Spouting tea at your face and sternum I’m seated Steaming now In my self-made hell Straddled between needing you And needing some time to myself I just wanna be healthy Wanna stop being petty I just wanna be happy Instead of finding faults in every nook and cranny Like I’m so damn perfect Such a prize to be won Untouchable by neither the Moon nor Sun I’m fucking crippled by my own self destruction I know it’s no excuse Subconsciously sabotage might just be what I’m used to Or what I’ve known Instead of claiming these issues as my own Instead of crying and running Her