Disconnected, dimented
In a dimension
With no mirror to be reflective.
Thinking ourselves outside of the collective
Using abusive excuses as justification for the sedative

Flick of the stick, and the ash scatters
Serving pesticide on a ***** platter
In this scene it's easy to see we don't matter -
Never relinquished from the mind's ghastly chatter.
Just a solitary paint splatter,
In a basement of a home that holds no life
Blended into everything unless otherwise stricken by sunlight.
Rocks rain on our soft spot
Mental blocks stain those I wished would "forget me not"
Almost immobile, breathing in disease, watching the body rot, wash me clean

It's hard to stop
When the pain is adorable.
Ingested my finances,
I was too broke to afford your whole.
Your happiness I stole,
but I swear I don't have it.
My frown is right-side-up until I've found a way to mask it.

Gonna grasp this vessel by the foundation and collapse it,
with a relapse hit, staring at the flame as it burns the fabric.
Waiting for magic in a sea full of plastic -
Setting the stage on fire,
only to create something - *tragic

Narcissism, is a strange thing.
It wants admiration.
It is self-important.
arrogant,
cocky,
manipulative,
selfish,
patronizing,
and demanding

a bit dimented....

But what is really bad, is, their **** smells just as bad as the next person?
And glass houses don’t throw stones.
But, I digress.
Always trying to be honest with myself.
Doesn’t work with other people.

AND….

“reduced ability to empathize with others”

BS -  I care so much about other people.
Identify with them.
Want to fix them.
I need a drink.
Not really.

I’m just mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!