Locked in the Cage, Key in the Pocket
the anthem of saboteurs
Longing to be alone, aching to be together. With or without, taken for granted. The balance is the problem. Push out the spectrum on both sides. Give me all of you and none of you at the same time. It’s what I’m accustomed to So please, accommodate. I’ll make it worth your while. Insufferable, intolerable, I’ll be your new pest. I’ll bleed you dry and take the rest. I know who I am, I know who I’m not. So, if you want to talk to me, Just know that I do not. … WAIT! I mean I do! I really, really fucking do! I need you! … Please come back. It’s lonely in this bubble. I can pop this bubble, but it wouldn’t prove anything, would it? I’ll wait for someone to pop the bubble for me… I don’t care how long it takes… … … … … You still there? … Hello? … … Hmm. Typical. I should’ve known. No kindness, so sympathy. You’re all the same. I guess I’ll just wait for the next one, then. … … … … … Am I a shitty person? … … Why am I doing any of this? … … … I can’t keep carrying on like this. … … … I won’t let this keep happening. The next person. I’ll be kind to them. I’ll be a true friend. ... [please read from the top to continue this narrative]