Everyday is just another fucking play
And I have the hardest time trying to remember
my god damned lines
Who am I this time?
The angry ex wife, depressed and sullen
at the lost of her first love
or am I the evil older sister, the one the family
secretly despises and is jealous of
Who should I be?
The over protective mother, down on her luck
working at jobs she hates to buy her
rotten kid shit he doesn’t need
Or the stupid long time girlfriend
who only ever wants affection
and only ever gets excuses
Who the fuck am I?
Doesn’t matter really
They are all the same person
All the same heart beats
same fucking failure
stemming from the same fucking soliloquy…
The one starring disappointment.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 