You all laugh,
And you only serve to stoke the fire.
Your mocking smiles are killing me in ways I dream of ending you, like a pressure on my frontal lobe.
Expanding til it covers my whole field of view, cerebral hatred spawned from instability and the inability to do anything about it.
Even your voice is irritating.
It makes my blood boil and my eyes itch, but I don't even know you...
Like a shiver in my spine I can't shift, it leaves me on edge and nervous...
And I'm angry for no reason at all.
By Ben Jones
And you only serve to stoke the fire.
Your mocking smiles are killing me in ways I dream of ending you, like a pressure on my frontal lobe.
Expanding til it covers my whole field of view, cerebral hatred spawned from instability and the inability to do anything about it.
Even your voice is irritating.
It makes my blood boil and my eyes itch, but I don't even know you...
Like a shiver in my spine I can't shift, it leaves me on edge and nervous...
And I'm angry for no reason at all.
By Ben Jones
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