'eghad, i did it again' or 'another poem'

Another one.


Practiced Saint

I see you smile; hands shake yours
i don't want this, cringing inside
to let you know how i truly feel
would slice your ego in three

i won't bow to the conformists
i won't smile because your back
you're another practiced saint
that i don't need to see

i me see the inside you
the part you try to hide
i might do the unproud things
but at least my curtains are sheered

the little red bump
lets you know where i've been
and the white skirt tents
it's sequins are condemed

does that mean it's right to joke
does that make it okay to hate
to jeer and point and stab and scream
it's just another inside you like

i won't bow to the conformists
i won't smile because your back
you're another practiced saint
that i don't need to see

the paperclips are missing
my stapler's gone too
are you trying to put it together now
you need all the help you can get

i'm stablized
in a world of rocking motions
your ignorant eyes
glint with st elmo's fire

i won't bow to the conformists
i won't smile because your back
you're another practiced saint
that i don't need to see

i'll let you see my anger
all my lack of hate
you're not the worst out there
your just the worst inside