Upset Stomach

I woke up feeling  crappy today. Here’s the shittiest poem ever.

Upset Stomach
My mind is in hangover mode

What the hell have I done?

Must have been my bipolarity

Thoughts that leaked slickly.
I’m not the person who you see right here

I hate being that clown

I hate being that sincere. 
I’m the destroyer of the hope you had in humanity

I’m the hypocrisy when you think of the best of somebody

I hate and despise and regret and reject anything uncomfortable

 Don’t look at me, I’m not your friend

I’m not your pal

I’m just the shadow of everything you thought could be relatable.


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