A Thing

I edited this very little and probably for the worse

are you serious?
I'm supposed to take this thing,

this thing that were in,
f*****g seriously?
Ugh... fine, whatever.
Let's do this. . .
(in under 4 minutes)
please
why sabotage
all of the things that you left
to come home to?
you f*****g monster. . .

why would you do that?
who would take a bullet
before comprimsing on a color scheme?
This f*****g guy.
That's f*****g who.
     and yes
I know, this doesn't flow
But you know, I only pretend write
about stupid s**t
disguised as important s**t
i really never
ever truly
learned the main difference
about the one difference
 between the feeling 

and the fact
or about all the things that make writing
come alive (in a stranger's mind)
(is that what we are?)

fire
emotion
. . . sleeping pills
hordes of human beings
sans dire situations
           it's so easy
it's so hard
 this thing

that not everyone is neurotic enough

(oh yeah.... bookface) 

to seriously chronicle

(this is not a poem and I am not a writer)

Author's Note

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[Edie Blue Starfish]

To me this feels like a heated dialogue with one's inner voice. We challenge that voice and its logic often, question its choices and opinions. We use it as a means to confront and berate ourselves.