Because he gets to do whatever he wants! He gets
to go to cafes and draw dumb things and he probably
got drunk there too, with his stupid sister. He even got
to get a tattoo and everyone loves him for it, everyone adores him for it.
But people hate us.
He's an attention grubbing idiot.
He has a job.
He can't fess up to anything, he just keeps lying to himself.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
Because he gets to do whatever he wants! He gets
to go to cafes and draw dumb things and he probably
got drunk there too, with his stupid sister. He even got
to get a tattoo and everyone loves him for it, everyone adores him for it.
But people hate us.
He's an attention grubbing idiot.
He has a job.
He can't fess up to anything, he just keeps lying to himself.
In hindsight, this poem is awfully childish. My stream of consciousness as of late hasn't been pretty, but I thought I'd try documenting my thoughts real time. Bear with me.
(c) Brooke Otto
