Try to Understand

 

My face is red

My hands are balled

Bawling out my anger, confusion, frustration

At the details built up like the dirt from our bodies

In rings in my bathtub

Like the dirt under our fingers

From trying to dig ourselves out of this s**t hole

I see what I want in the faces

Pictures

Images

I take what I have in days, weeks, months

I deal

With the details

The small, fine things

I just don't know

Whats wrong with everything

EVERY

THING

I

DON'T

KNOW