Stop scowling
They’ll never like you
I can’t help but notice
Their noses all look the same
The tip up in the air
Nostrils fully displayed
Black holes of emptiness
Not a sign of any brain

Give them a chance
They aren’t as bad as they seem
I play with my fingernails
You have a lot to say but I won’t look at you
I don’t want you to study my face
To you
I am a shack full of graffiti and rats
A hole of dirt and despair
A candle that deformed into a waxy mound
Of wear
I don’t need to hear the
Tsk tsk tsking  

You’re too abrasive
You’re better than that
Show them who you truly are
Where’s my dull butter knife?
I’ll cut open my torso and give them all of my organs
Here you go
A sloppy mess of blood and guts
That’s what I truly am
Take a hard look
That’s all we are
Didn’t you know?
I didn’t want to resort to show and tell
I didn’t mean to be so pretentious
But you ****,
and love,
and hate,
and laugh,
and yell into the night like I do
Don’t you?

Well,

Don’t you?