My Spot

I have always found it interesting how
The toddler in me likes to feed off of suffering.

When I am around people
Who can look at the world with smiling eyes,
I want to isolate myself,
Close my self up in my pretty little shell,
And wallow in the cesspool of pity
That I give myself,
And smear the filth all over my body.

And yet,
When I see others who suffer more than I,
I want to shake them
Until their brain rattles around in their skull and
They finally realize,
That they are sitting in my spot.
"I was there first!" I say,
"Get out of my spot!"
"That's mine!"

"WAKE UP!"
"GET OUT OF YOUR FUNK!"
"MOTIVATE YOURSELF!"
"GET SOMETHING DONE!"

"Be HAPPY for God's sake."
"Be GRATEFUL."
"STOP BEING SO F*****G DEPRESSED."

Because that's my spot, and because
I want to sit there, and because
It's mine, and because
I was there first, and because
I said so.