Paranoia

Paranoia is not a relenting disease.
Luckily for you, it's not contagious,
From me stalking you.

The things you do,
In my nighttime dreams,
Keeps me on my toes,
In my daytime routines.

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Silver Lining

I hate my job
but life is good

Boy, I love you more than words can say
Boy, I love you more than the tears in my emotionless eyes can display

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Shallow Copy of What Could Be

You make me want to vomit
every time I facebook stalk you
and see another series of your life
choices.

Why do I even bother.

You put everything out there
for all friends (and not) to see
and put their judgement on your life
choices.

Why do you even care.

You say it's finally going right
down to the last detail
of what you want of  your life
choices.

What are you leaving out.

You are a version of what you see
that you think should be
the kind of consistency filling your life
choices.

What are you missing.

You make final decisions
seemingly on a moment's whim
based on someone else's life
choices.

Why are you just a fucking copy.

Depressive Birthdays

I'm fat and depressed
What happened?

My birthday always seems
To be less than happy

If I recall,
this is a several year streak

Not the fat,
that's a new thing.

The depressive birthdays.