transpearent broken glass
apathy, angst
teenage cliche
and my water spilled on the floor.
it's like saying "it's like" too much.
it's like coming up with a metaphor
for a metaphor.

it's like a seven
line stanza, uneven
and painfully rhymed.
it's like all the blood in my body
bleeding as a never-ending supply
and if the world really didnt want me
i already would have died.

it's like a cringe for the words said before
and the words you know will come again
and blah blah blah nobody cares anymore
and one day my life will end.

you know this, i know this.
it's just such a pain to shut up.

02/07/2003

Author's Note: i'm not sure if this gets my message across. but, therein lies the irony, if you think about it...

Posted on 02/08/2003
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