Doesn’t mean I’m required to be around them.
To feign interest.
To pretend like they’re not giant toddlers.
Call a spade a spade.
The moves… the moves that people do…
Burns me up.
You do it too.
You’ve proven it.
Makes me sad…
You learn your own coldness and you picture scenarios like
“If I came in tomorrow,,and I found out he died,, would I care?”
The questions get very real, very fast…
I must have no heart at all..
(Or he moved like a bitch)
Two things can be true at the same time..
I’d be sad for his family.
I’d be happy because I never had to listen to his fucking mouth again..
Maybe I am a monster.
(Maybe people should behave better)
They won’t.
You know it and I know it.
They won’t…
(Harsh)
But true..
“You don’t have to be smart,
Don’t have to be attractive or clever,
Don’t have to be anything worthy of envy”
(You just have to be right.)
I wouldn’t feel anything….maybe I would…if my resistance suddenly died…
I’m thinking about the wrong things at night…
I hate that I hate.
I’m also right to hate.
So…..
No answer,
dawn 