having gazed into my soul
knowing full well who and what it contained
i do hope you're happy, since
i'm shaking, tremors in my
head, beating drums, drumming on my skull
all the bells and whistles going off, ringing and
rolling my tongue, trilling
i'm falling apart, flailing about
teetering on the edge of telling you
because you want me to,
but should i? you know, i want to but
you're takentakentaken and
what good would it do?
this is already a lost cause,
so why bother? why make it
worse for myself, even if you want me to,
why do you want me to
why do you
care?
(i'm just another petty girl,
pretty fool, and you must be used to those,
sick of those
by now.)