Monday, February 11, 2013

im ready to
give up
throw the towl in the wet floor
take my model number
turn me in
i cant function anymore
give up
i see the fight in me going ary
like light waves being clenched
by the hand of a rebel spy
i dont flinch when you cry
am still as a smooth pill
i willow out and climb
away
your complaints are
another badge on my poor
display
i wear it proud now
unsoldier walking down now
tired to prove
tired to pretend im fixed and mended
im not
and im chopped up
particles twisted and jagged
cutting up and messin up
everything worth having
cant get away from model 289
you think i should be a shiny dime
but im due for expolsion
im only consuming and exploiting
craving and failing
trying and falling
calling and shut out
and shouted at
measure me
youll send me back
to short to establish rank
close my eyes and scream thunder
shrill to the bones
till you leave me alone

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