Not a Fan

I should say I respect the way you've come along since killing off your demons. But this is what I wish I'd said that no one would get, probably think I'm jealous. That's cute. Yeah thats a good one. That's cute, yeah that's a good one. Admiration runs through them like blood to vital organs that drops them to their knees on the sidewalk nearest your home; while I stand upright saying: did I miss something? I'm sorry, when I see you all I see is an upside down, crazy, clown- filled town, where normality is searched for and when found is quickly drowned in chaos and calamity that sounds like someone screaming look at me! Look at me! When I hear you all I hear are quivers coming from somewhere near, under the sea, trying to swallow me. The quivers and shakes begin to create massive walls made up of water thats trying to overtake today and make it your day. They admire you, think you're great. beautifully faulty yet no mistakes. But to me you're a hurricane/ tornado mess of chaos and a dab of selfish. Look at me! Look at me! Listen, you don't have to say it anymore. Look around, you have everyone's attention and maybe more. Except for me. I love you, just not a fan. I think everyone can stand a little improvement and you're no exception. Even on my good day, you try to take it all away. I used to say: here take it. But not anymore. Today is my day and it is not yours.