How do you like me now?
Now that we've reached the end of suffering,
the end of angst and self-loathing?
How do you like me now?
Now that I've broken through the ceiling,
the ceiling you painstakingly built,
the one I watched you nail into the beams,
***** into the posts,
and board with plywood,
as my red puffy eyes stared in silence?
How do you like me now?
Now that I blare my music through the hallway?
Now that I can tell you what I write?
Now that I smile back at you while you yell,
while you grimace and shriek at my defenses?
How,
How do you like me, now?
I've lost without loving,
and I've loved without losing,
accomplished without trying,
trying without accomplishing,
I've betrayed time,
I've backed our enemies,
betrayed our allies,
Why haven't you let go yet?
I'm happy,
I'm smiling,
I've even began to exercise again.
Impossible,
or impassible?
I guess you'll always be here,
teeth sunken into my limbs,
claws tearing my notebooks apart,
But I've learned the right formula,
and this substance is more than tangible.
It's a cure.
And I'm ready to release it,
for a price.