She forces me to hang up
at 12:30
I think she's uncomfortable talking to me.
I know she's going to tell
her friends people like me
Feel too.
I'm not people
like I told her.
I'm a lot like the criers
The people in black
Self obsessed in their own self pity.
I'm a horrible mix
Of normal person
And complete social degenerate
To where I can't get along with either.
She's going to tell
All her buddies
who think she's such a great person
That she heard a person like me
cry.
Even more
She's going to tell them
She made me laugh.
She was telling me
How I felt.
“You feel like nothing matters”
She's the world's most depressing hypnotist.
“You feel like you're living shallowly”
Yes.
She's a genius.
I couldn't help
But laugh at the silliness
Of it all.