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II: HER WORDS • Poetry Just Stop Fucking Smiling For Once. FUCK
Is it bad that your enthusiasm annoys me? Should I like that? Am I supposed to bask in your love of life? And wish I could learn to be so fucking happy? Honestly, it just grates on me. And I wish I could grate that smile off your goddamn face. Everyone has a bad day. Why the FUCK are you always happy? You bounce past me at an energetic trot And instead of feeding off your energy, Instead of it lifting my spirits and making me feel equally as invincible Instead of clicking my heels and joining you, I just want to fucking trip you. I want to stick my foot out nonchalantly, Whistling innocently to myself as your gait is interrupted And your face is roughed up by the floor. I don’t even dislike you. I’m sure you’re really cool But I just can’t fucking stand people who act like you do. Your laugh is infectious But not in the way where it makes me want to laugh too, In the way where it makes me want to throw up Just stop fucking smiling, okay? Sad the fuck up Because life is depressing. Be mad and fucked up Like the rest of us. FUCK.