Skule

A day on which everything makes me sick
When the hungry dull knot in my stomach
is unappeased by food that disinterests me anyway
When I rub my brow in frustration
and feel yet unseen acne
chafe angrily beneath my touch.
With cloudy brain and bleary eyes
I grunt wearily, and try
to remember why
I went to bed at NINE
in the goddamn morning
Again.

Irritable
Unprepared to
deal with the slowness and
misaligned values of
others.

Making excuses
Mad at myself
So tired of being the fuck-up
and your knowing smile.
So tired of being that person
and confirming your stereotypes.
So uncertain
Desperate to quit, run away
Stick my head in the sand
Shirk every obligation that's planned.