Hide

From my reflection I can no more hide
Than i could escape a mudslide.
Not the drink asshole.
I mean the stare of my soul
Into my soul.
The glare of my own stare
Stabbing my eyes.
The truth is everywhere-
Bound like shit to flies.
I'm a mess and a curse-
Why do girls have to carry a purse?

Carry my heart
In my back pocket
Like a boy's wallet
But have you seen my phone?
Please call it.
Fuck.
I left it on silent.
No vibrate. Like a bad date.
No chirp. Not a peep or a burp.

Lost like my last chance
To to roll up and smoke my circumstance.

Look at my shadow
Slapping my reflection
With a soft stiff pillow...

Who is gonna clean up this fucking mess?
Im addicted to the stress
I must confess
Who giveth a fuck I can't still fit my favorite dress?
I was meant to break all the rules
And play my own reflection like chess....