When I see you in the hall.
I want to punch your stupid winking eye ,
hard with my angry red fist.
Why are you pretending we are friends?
Why do you act like this is something that is okay.
Maybe you don't feel.
Or maybe your feelings are all used up.
But I am fresh
and bleeding.

smashed..... heart... smashed... mind

is there something about me?
that demands walking all over.
I should turn into a bitch

sometimes I do
I am getting stronger
demanding when people treat me wrong in stores or appts to do something about it

maybe soon I will do it it real life.

its my face
it's too kind

I need a punch in the eye
and then people will be afraid