Contempt
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Here again, i'm cradled by the unreleasing arms
Of the white, shot sun's grim descent
It always finds me frantic, unprepared
I try to talk myself into some kind of world of understanding
Find empty auditorium seats
My, my,
who do we have here?
such crude presence,
shameless attitude,
ugh, that coat is an abomination!
Everyone at school were assholes to him,
in a general sense.
The worst were the
meathead jock types.
The pricks who'd
call him a FUCKING FREAK
and then copy his chemistry homework.
WHO’S FLAWLESS?
Flawless because I’m contempt with the person I am / becoming.
Flawless because I’m eighteen proud and gay.
I am the problematic child.
Who are you?
You! With your surmising glances,
You who lies in wake, desperate, for blood
Funny.
