MOCK ME

DO THEY ENJOY IT, THIS RANK FEELING INSIDE ME? CAN THEY SMELL IT, HEAR IT, TOUCH IT, FEEL IT OR IS MORE SUBTLE, MALICIOUS MAYBE? THEY'RE PROBARBLY MOCKING ME. ITS LIKE A KICK TO THE FACE BEING WITH THEM, EMOTIONALLY DRAINED, PHYSICALLY TIERD DREAMING OF SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS CONSTANT INSULT TO HEART AND SOUL. THEY'RE PROBARBLY MOCKING ME. I WANT TO TASTE IT NOW, THE "ORIGINAL SIN". I CRAVE IT, I HIDE IT, BUT I'M SURE THEY KNOW. THEY CAN HEAR MY ICEBERG HEART SCREAMING FOR LIFE, A FEELING DEEPER THAN THIS FLASE WALTZ OF LOVERS AND FRIENDS. BUT AS I SAID BEFORE THEY'RE PROBARBLY MOCKING ME.