it's obvious you don't want me around
it's obvious I don't want to be here
don' like feeling awkward as if I'm
off course couldn't break ice if I
melted it first couldn't remember
my lines if I first rehearsed
trying to find something about you
likeable is liken to stumping my toe
it hurts to think I have to do so
you have way of entering a room
with a gust of wind putting on airs
setting off fumes it's hard to conceal
the rage when I know you read
me like a notebook filled with worn
ripped torn out pages frustrated
agitated aggravated up in here
wishing I could disappear into
nothingness in 30 seconds or less
still we be kind cordially putting
on fronts of jokes and laugher
pretending like we still kin folk