Grind
Trying to get in touch
with this world I left behind
but this reality is a bit much
alienation is all I grind
Used to drink to oblivion
smoking cigarettes
such pretentious twits
until the inevitable blackout
Self diagnoses from siblings
crying out with words
intent on causing harm
to hell with whatever occurs
The internet is the forum
and the world has taken notice
uninterested parties and busy bodies
now know everyone's business
Strip me bare
if that's what you want
its down to another layer
to exploit and haunt
Happy go lucky mood swings
riding out the flow
until an urge strikes to go,
typing away madly into the night
mathiasthom
written 9/6/10
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