He's sick

He's sick

And I'm a selfish b***h

For thinking my time is my own

But pray argue with the thing that demands I give it all my minutes

That I must confine to my room to carry out its bidding

Of thinking thoughts that go around and around

But what an excuse

To deem an invisible creature

As the perpetrator of your squalid ways

Surely you can just blink and it will go away

Or some wishing or willing will do

How dare you even imply that is is a being that need be argued with

How dare you

Poor insignificant child

But surely whilst you were in your coop

Thinking of how you might do great things with your many tomorrows

Could you not also think how he might not be here.

Reviews

[Rynn]

I found this piece really really aggressive. It definitely caught my attention and held me throughout the piece. I read it out loud. It sounded so cynical, and raw. I really liked how condescending the voice is. It got the words across perfectly and really made me think about the reason behind this piece.

[Ling Wawa]

I was quite angry, upset and broken when I wrote it. I'm glad you find it raw, that's what I like about it. Thanks for sharing your thoughts!