Spit in my Reflection

6/12/15

Should you have to crack my soul apart 

Make a thesis about who I am 

Watch me throw up my bile and breast milk 

I'll squeeze my fat ass into your denim jeans 

I'll play my role like the cards I was dealt 

Are you telling me you can't hear me screaming for you 

You can't sense it at all? 

The sky is aching 

Even in the summer sun 

A weeping child crawls by 

My emotions are nameless expressions 

Your silence is the greatest fuck you 

I'm internally bleeding 

My lungs are filled with water 

I think I spat at the mirror 

To spite my face