maps
by: sank

you're so condescending
but you don't get it
when i hint at the splinters
stuck in your tongue
this is it
one last chance for forgiveness
clench your fists in rage
read the hate on every page
this is where we stand
papercuts and pen in hand

there's a reason i ignore
most of what you say
i could say it's for lack of enthusiasm
but it's mainly your eyes
and their lackluster stare

take the time to find yourself
i hope you find me on the way
but as for now
i'm sick of drawing maps
for you to follow