Mass Confusion

Mass Confusion
I pin myself to cardboard walls and wash away your fucking misconceptions
I ride those waves and curse into the wind just to make myself feel strong
Don’t build your house on crashing waves.
Their loud confusion doesn’t match your eyes

This is the type of thing I write poems about
A day where insanity seems to knock on front doors
No I won’t open, I don’t want to buy it
Not what you’re selling. Not what you have

What you think I am doesn’t exist. A gentle cover to hide fear and greed
I’m not a good person, not a good daughter, not a good friend
I fake it well though. I know what they want to hear
Hang this rock from my neck. I carry it with dignity

The anxiety bubbles like champagne in my mind
Who am I kidding? Its pop at best
Still I try to put on pretentions and act like I believe it
MASS CONFUSION, the only way I know

See the masses toss and tumble like mindless creatures
They run like lemmings off cliffs, proverbial cliffs if you get my drift
I try to be poetic in a world that knows only money and fucking timecards
I’m no use here. No use here. No use here

Let me find a place.