Nice Fucken Day
I’m really pissed off.
I am not going to listen to reason.
You cannot make me speak.
Yes I’m pissed, so don’t fuck with me.
All that surrounds me is coming from anger.
If you attempt to heal me, it will get worse.
My mind is sucking the self-comfort from loneliness.
I am sitting by myself, and my comfort-zone is shrinking.
I’m usually coming from the negativity in which my personality is derived.
I refuse to see the light of which you speak.
You say I’ll feel better, but I don’t want to hear it.
I am so furious at those who don’t understand.
Who are they? Why do they bug me?
He who stands and stares.
She who points and laughs.
But I don’t give a shit why they do what they do.
I am me, and if they don’t like it, too bad.
You may think I’m a prick for being so close-minded.
But if you’ve got something to talk about, then let’s talk.
If you want to fight, go on.
My body will be driven with the pure rage that courses through me.
You are my outlet of hostility, and at this moment you must feel pain as I do if you choose to argue.
I know my body, mind, and soul will fight, but there is only one Question here.
You think you’re tough shit, but you haven’t experienced the furiosity in which I live right now.
Have you prepared for the agony in which you put yourself through?, because I have, and I know I’m always going to win, so just leave me alone.
Chris Loflin
12-29-96
