|20th Feb '13 3:05am Img: migraineartwork.com|
I boo myself, I trip and fall
I bite my tongue, I can't stand tall
With game faces on, they all walk out
Then give my speech, an ovation bout.
Promised one to one, now two to one
Table for two now its for one
A shouting match, a bash, a smash
Then step in to see, oh perfect match.
I ramble on, questioners gone
Research, rehearse to then blab on
Ignorant, unenlightened, I know I seem
Then mailbox pings, acceptance in.
I stand and stare, my glass in hand
Unwanted, unaccepted, not in their band
Return an awkward smile, not sent my way
Then 5 years on, pals made still stay.
I slash my veins and kick my head
And lay down nails to prick me dead
Then get down to doing only to find
Alas, the demons were all in my mind.