Straitjacket

Alanis can do anger and pain really well. So can Kurt Cobain. I think
they will be my choice of music for today.
To all of you who dispense pain like medication, go fuck yourselves.


Something so benign for me construed as cruelty
Such a difference between who I am and who you see

Conclusions you come to of me routinely incorrect
I don’t know who you’re talking to with such fucking disrespect

This shit’s making me crazy
The way you nullify what’s in my head
You say one thing do another
And argue that’s not what you did
Your way’s making me mental
How you filter as skewed interpret
I swear you won’t be happy til
I am bound in a straight jacket

Talking with you’s like talking to a sive that can’t hear me
You fight me tooth and nail to disavow what’s happening

Your resistance to a mirror I feel screaming from your body
One day I’ll introduce myself and you’ll see you’ve not yet met me

Grand dissonance
The strings of my puppet are cut
The end of an era
Your discrediting’s lost my consent