Disgust

i loath the taste of you as you weave your thoughts into my skin
the taste of pure selfishness
but i cant recall one who didnt have such a taste

ill sit here and stare into an empty bottle as you continue to make a fool of yourself
it seems the only fool here is i
yet i am no longer one to be fooled by the trickery of you disgusting pigs
i will still be here untouched by the tint of pain that follows those who fall

i know they all stare
the twist of my heel and flip of my hair
cant you see through it all?
is the drinking and the anger not enough?

i cant go on without the taste of it
its getting me through without having to be like every other pathetic highschool girl
the ones in the movies that fawn over cheaters like sheep
moving their heads to the hand with a treat like a dog in a hypnotic state
its not right, not right at all

i know in the end ill be the only fool
but maybe by then ill have changed
and if i dont? then i was never hurt
never under the influence of them

not i.