Obscenities

People are different this we both know.  
You make it real clear when you're cutting your foes  
to their toes.  
Ever heard of shadow boxing?  
This is shadow discourse.  
No one's really there but you're still picking your fists up.  
"But hold up, wait a minute. You can't really be saying this.  
Implying that this poem isn't just a verbiaged attack"  
Yeah, I guess.
Still it ain't as passive as you in the sack, hoe.  
HA HA  
I'm eloquent.  
   
Seriously though,
I was just indulging my inner bully,  
For real,
It's just that I'm a catalyst exploding.  
Eroding
The inner lining of my skull,  
the cranium.  
Berlin's got nothing on this wall.  
I'm breaking in  
from one room to the next,  
My brain's a fucking labyrinth and I'm the fucking threat,  
Except  
That I can't stop biting at my own flesh.  
I guess
That's just a mental toll from the unrest.  
I'm just  
A zombie ripping himself up across the chest.  
In death
My sanity's a splattered, bloody mess.  
I digress,  
We'll speak nothing more of this and how I've
Regressed.  
But instead just leave it at best  
and stress  
that some of the things we may suggest  
are just
Probably best left unsaid,  
Except
For what's next.  
   
The generosity of a friend  
Is calculated by the attention that they spend  
to try and comprehend  
And just to listen to you pretend  
That the inner zen that you tend to is now suspended over head  
and out of reach.  
You said,  
"You're dead,  
I've had enough of these jerks circle jerking and working it.  
Just being worthless and nervous at thought of my curves.  
It just gets onto my nerves that all these sorry ass nerds  
haven't learned how to serve the worthy queen
It's my scene,
I deserve to be mean.  
I'm a duplicitous being  
meaning I do as I please  
And lead others believing  
That you're just a disease."  
You see?  
 
Here's a good one for you, a line sitting on the shelf  
What a person has to say about another is more indicative about them self.  
Just listening to you speak,  
It drips a venomous tongue in cheek.  
Don't believe her when she says "You're special and unique."  
I know bitch,  
I don't need you to tell me this,  
I know I'm the shit.  
Hey,  
Look at me  
acting like
I'm  
the over-conceited dick,  
but that's just it,  
acting.  
We're not actually this,  
so here's a nugget of truth that I'd like to impart  
It's the words we interpret, not your intentions or thought.  
   
I've made my own point,  
I've got some mental weight.  
On the outside I'm stoic  
But inside there's anger to sate.  
After all we're not saints.  
We're just catching that break  
So we can go out and paint the town.  
It ain't about
Acting loud
And being proud
Of our issues  
It's about catching on and keeping strong  
and blowing jokes in a tissue.