Scarlet Horrors

Wrote this around the idea that no one likes what's in my heart.

It's easy to feel stupid

and even easier to get mad

Why should I know of these joys

if they're things I can't have?

"Pick your head up," they say

"You shouldn't even care"

I agree; I shouldn't,

but that doesn't help me anywhere

I've tried so many things,

but none of them f*****g worked

Did I lose my privileges somewhere

or am I just a jerk?

I could juggle, backflip, and dance

Even with all my tricks,

It's like I don't stand a chance

Isn't that s**t?

I know what you're thinking.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself."

If I had any f*****g sympathy,

I wouldn't vent to someone else

Why do I ever open this box?

Only Scarlet Horrors lie inside

Maybe I should just keep it locked

and maybe I shouldn't try

I'm just goddamned sick of it

I want to say I'm done

Somewhere along the way I open again

and fall flat on square one

God damn it and f**k this

F**k it all and nuts to that

I want to pull out a chainsaw,

or at least a baseball bat

Author's Note

opinions welcome