It’s something you can’t take away, it’s my own.
It’s black and white,
my punching bag.
I play it for no one, only myself,
and I am really not that good.
It’s mine, though,
and there’s nothing you can every do
to play it for me.
So, stop. Go read a bible. Play hide and go fuck-yourself. I HATE YOU. Teen angst, I blame it on teen angst.
I’m going to go play.