the feeling of exclusion is the knife in my stomach
and every time one of the people who
if you asked them would say
"he's my friend, yeah!"
tweets or talks to or does anything really
that makes me believe they are excluding me
I get sick.

It makes me want to smash porcelain plates
and take sledgehammer to wooden furniture.
I want something beautiful to ******* burn.
because you've ******* burned my insides,
and now I am not beautiful on the inside.
I am bitter and charred,
and I would rather feel nothing than this.