Can I Go Home Now

can i go home now
i'm really tired
and frankly i don't care
how backed up we are
i'm not really in the mood
to hear your reasons for shit
they don't matter
none of THIS matters
what matters is my family
and my non-existant boyfriend
and the little kitten i wanna get

the more you try to
chain me to this hell
the more i want to pull away
and run
i'm starving for something
besides pushing this paper around
it's just waste
not really needed by anybody in the world
and some psycho has stuck
value on it
screaming at me to make it important
it makes me feel impotent
and worthless
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