sometimes i go off
about these worlds
that i make up
in my head.

because when the world
is so messed up,
don't you
want another?

i spend
so much time
just living
in these worlds,
     just thinking.

about
trivial things

     like:
how come clouds
get to be so high
that it's like they're flying,
when all they do is bring rain?

     or:
why do we spend
so much time
obsessing over the fact
that we don't have much time at all?

but i think
that maybe
in these worlds i make up,
it's not so bad.

sure,
there are bad guys
but when are there not?

the thing is,
in my world,
i'm not one of those
bad guys.

i'm the one
with the cape
and the mask
and i am the one
     who saves the day.

because it's not ******* fair
that you're telling me to get better
when you're just standing there screaming
a bottle of jack in your hand.

have you ever thought that maybe
i learned from you?

learned that's it's easier
to tell someone to do something
than to actually do it?

sometimes i think that maybe
maybe it's possible
maybe it's possible to be better.

but then i remember
that the apple doesn't fall
very far from the tree.

and that studies show
people with ****** up parents
are way more likely
to **** up themselves.