22 June 1998
Not Just Bitter
(disgusted)

Walking, walking.....yep, still walking,
Just had to check that I was ignoring
The one I....think I should,
But should I?

What is the point to this
Continuous ignorance?
Am I just feeding the bitter soul
Who has suddenly come to hate?

Words, still at a minimum
In this love hate continuum.
What is it that I crave?
Could it be that one bitter word...

This wondrous conspiracy
Are they all against me
Is the conversation
In my ‘torture session’ fake?

Two cold eyes stare at me
From that familiar pose.
At once desire fades with the smile
That kept the light shining before.

Four separate bodies,
Sharing one sorry mind
“Must fit in, must act the same
Must be the person I wasn’t meant to be”.

I sit back and watch as
They all look longingly
Upon the leader of the pack,
No life, but yet they live.