You ever look at a picture and say
"That's not me."
Because the you that you thought would be captured by any working camera
Would capture a creatue so decrepidict......

You

All these spans of mininutes
You tell me now
You tell me I can't do that
You tell me I can't do that
You tell me I can do that,
Yes I can in fact do something
I just want to please you
And in effect
I want that pleasing to fill the void
The void we both know is there
The void no one speaks of
And yet so many do
And then they tell you to STFU
And in the end of the day,
In the end of your life
You realize compasssion was the real key
Maybe
when it was all maybes
And mixtures of compassion
with too many periodes of ureliable happiness
And annoyance/

Tocay

Quiet down you awful thoughts
You may be awful
You may be caught
A thousands legions
I have yet to walk
I think right into you
The one I fought.
Fuck all
Fuck some
The way it is
IT'S ALWAYS BEEN DONE
Leave me be
The only presnt I want
Fuck off now,
to say
to talk,
The way I am
is only
'Or so I've been taught'