antipunk

A small truth:

I'm sick, I'm ill, diseased rotting trying hard just to breath
Its sickens me quite literally,
The ignorance of facts and logic pure simple stupidity mixed with greed
I vomit at the thought being anything worth having
If being something means being what you tell me I'd rather die
I'm anti everything.
Disgusting rotten to the core a flesh bag to fuck and whore
Take what you want from me it means nothing

The best at what I do
"Be me be me because I don't want to be..."
Its tragically true
I stare in mirrors wondering if I can match you
Wondering if I can fit in too
Am I as fucked up as you?

Do I blind myself like you do to?
Can you see in me so clearly and disgustingly???
what I see shining so brightly in you???
You stare at me with pity in your eyes and I stare at you with the same pity too
I'm a mirror for you to see what I see in you staring back at me
I'm not this thing I appear to be but I must fit in
I must belong to this society
So I rip and I tear this flesh and infections rubbed raw
Bleed my puss and spread while I shit to clean the seats
I'm an education in disgust
Do you feel the same way about me as I feel about you?
Sick to your stomach so much that you can't hold it?
Is it uneasy, is it not pleasent?
Is it life can you not sense it?
This fucked up world with starvation, misery and death
all you can do is stare with pity while I stare back at you...

Its a shame what I am is a part of you.
Your so blind I, must, find it funny.