miss thin skin
commits sinister
sins,
once again.
hate
and
hate
and
Hate:
capital H.
irate,
and going
straight
to hell.
I'm under this
spell that won't
mitigate
itself.
I've let them
win,
they've gotten
in
and spoiled me
soiled me
toiled with me
and I can feel
the
boiling
heat
and self
defeat.
I want to split
skin seams
and scrub some
spring cleaning.
re arrange
the strange
and strain
sad stuff.
patch it up
with thicker thread,
tougher tread,
and a clear head.
and in the end
I'll have a new spin,
miss thick skin
won't be so sick
