The Other Me

Here I sit,
starring dead into space,
thinking, and thinking.
The more I think, the madder I get.

I want to scream,
I want to cry,
I don't want everything to be alright,
I don't want to be part of the team.

I don't want to be good,
I don't want to be so nice,
Mean, and rude,
The opposite of what I should.

I want to be wild,
Just let loose,
And not think before I do it,
I don't want to be a child.

I want to get upset,
Throw, punch, hurt someone,
Hurt myself,
And not put up with any shit.

I don't want to fucking care!
I don't want to be who I am,
I don't want to be me,
I want to find my own secret lair.

Here I sit,
With a smile on my face,
Crying inside,
Putting up with your shit.


 
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