Acid Throat

Shoved my fingers down my throat to reach a new pain
I was not digging for innocence or fried images
But all I found were bumpy quarters gazing at my pressing stress
To find some kind of worth
My eyes are open I wonder if it is in what I see
Now they have to smash the mirrors that keep looking
Because the damage is far worse when my reflection meets my eyes
Pants are slipping off,slowly I find myself undressed
It is hot in the cool night and my hands guide me
Nose to knees I scream and spit up quarters
All my self value depleting with each gagging cough
Silent every night, no stars
Smoggy orange sky.
jealousy
I need approval, I need approval
And my finger is far down my throat,on knees
It is sort of like asking forgiveness for being unclean
For being ugly than most sewer rats,and feeling agony
The acid is in the quarters
I bury my worth in the backyard under smoggy skies
Turning into the person who is in the cage murmuring insanity
And somehow I believe the inaccuracies
The low babble called,little voice
I am not the pretty stranger in the movie who has problems
She begins to fall in love and he helps her through a wild obsession
No I am not the beautiful stranger
I've got bruised knees,bloody knuckles,acid throat,and grinding anger.