She is going to throw a fit
She's going to throw her fists into the floor and through the cabinet doors
tear all the posters and papers from the wall
The harmonious to and fro of everyday derailed,
now concentrated to a piercing, high-pitched frequency.
feedback from a blown speaker
the windows in her head begin to blow out
Do you need anything, love?
How bout you over there?
How's everyone doing here?
some water
some tea
a vitamin, a crayon
Here are some laughs
Here is a hug
But not today
not today, ok??
I press my palms into my cheeks
eyes shut tight,
taking long, frantic breathes
I try think of something funny
wipe this scowl away from the inside
the feedback, so shrill,
boring holes in both sides
as my fingernails rip desperately as my scalp.
I tell myself nothing is working and my frustration begins to spill out
I cant pull myself out of this hole
running in circles inside my own head
oh god , this feedback
Want to see something REALLY funny??
Want to see something that'll REALLY make you laugh?
Because
we're all having such a good time
I can teach you how to fly
I can help you touch the sky
then show you the right way to tie a noose
Let's test the durability of the bathrooms stalls
Smash our emptied bottles against the walls
Spew fire without a shred of guilt
Ill break the metal chains tonight
Wit as my shield, tongue as my knife
Take it all
isn't this funny?
isn't this fun?
let's all have a good fucking laugh
my tendency to wander off
when something grabs my attention
i'm so sorry babe,
I left you hanging
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