From A Place Behind The Smile

I May Scream

Today, I got my heart on my sleeve,

You better believe,

It's better if I just f*****g leave.

Wounds wide open. In need of treat-

Ment but low and behold I'm fighting

Defeat

And

I'm hoping to find,

Another one of my kind,

You need at least a pair,

If you plan to get anywhere,

My soul is lashing out,

And thrashing about,

Lost the game.

You're playing Texas Hold'em,

I'm playing Old Maid.

Why am I always toyed with?

I think that forthwith,

I need to make sure I use glue,

So no one gets through,

To push me towards the cliff,

You want to give me that gift?

An early release,

From things I shouldn't carry,

I wouldn't tary a moment,

The next life hoping my soul can,

Realize a lot faster,

To avoid the disasters.

That I can cluster,

and muster,

The strength to choose greener pastures.

Rage has me ignited,

Trying to fight it,

Can't hide it,

My peace is knowingly smited.

I'm tired of choosing,

And losing,

I work too damn hard,

While they're snoozing.

So it's a little confusing,

That I can't rein in my stewing.

I'm gonna curse really loudly,

And proudly,

I know I should avoid shouting,

And pouting,

But round here if you scream loudly,

The bosses notice more quickly.

Am I sickly?

Not nearly,

But I think I may go home early...