angst!

[godream]

Remember two hours ago, when I said I wasn't gonna wrap anger up in pretty words, call it poetry, and inflict it upon my friends list?

So here I am crying
curled up on the floor
with nothing but
your gilded excuses
and the pit in my stomach
that knows the real reasons why.

And here I am dying
going through tears and tissues
and it isn't my fault,
I'm still right --
I'm still here
and even if you knew
you wouldn't care.

This is blatant exaggeration. But it helps.