She looks at me
Eyes narrowed
Head tipped sideways
Lip curled
And snarls at me in a way
that manages to sound so condescending
that If I was a fool
(a different one then I already am)
I could mistake it for concern
"I really don't like the person you're becoming"
I nod my head so fast it practically rolls off its base of my neck
so sarcastic
I smile so wide That my lips crack
and my teeth bulge from my mouth
so mean
and flip her off in the best way I know how
With words and a middle finger to match
she doesn't even care anymore
And the worst thing is I don't.
"I really don't like the person you're becoming"
"me either"
An empty room answers me.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
She looks at me
Eyes narrowed
Head tipped sideways
Lip curled
And snarls at me in a way
that manages to sound so condescending
that If I was a fool
(a different one then I already am)
I could mistake it for concern
"I really don't like the person you're becoming"
I nod my head so fast it practically rolls off its base of my neck
so sarcastic
I smile so wide That my lips crack
and my teeth bulge from my mouth
so mean
and flip her off in the best way I know how
With words and a middle finger to match
she doesn't even care anymore
And the worst thing is I don't.
"I really don't like the person you're becoming"
"me either"
An empty room answers me.
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