Pent-up.

Tell your friends to practice what they preach
when they're walking down crowded walkways.
The snide remarks and dark glances are getting
particularly hard to ignore when my fists close themselves
to the prominent idea of breaking this ridiculous battle
down into a shard worth your reckoning.

You may think your heart is in the right place;
but your head's getting in the way, and I'm sick of this
childish bullshit you've shoved into the limelight.
"Where's your fucking loyalty now?" You screamed.

Hiding from your blistered hands and sharpened nails.
Haven't you caused enough damage already?

Why don't you take your holier-than-thou pretense
and walk it up North with the rest of your misery.
I'm sick of hearing how terrible your life is;
how no one gives a damn about your everyday petties
that you treat like a death on a platter.

My platter's full, and I don't have room for your extra helpings.
I've kept my mouth shut to the point of exploding;
and it digusts me that someone so frail could have the nerve
to bust their jaw so elegantly;
your heart's smothered in hypocrisy
and I hope you get bent in the process of sorting out your next move.

'Cause these situations you're imagining slowly grow more ridiculous
as each day wears on.  And just so you know; it all still comes back to me.
Your "friends" walk on eggshells so as not to disappoint their queen.
One wrong move and you'll have your ex's and oh's down their throats
faster than you can apologize.

But you don't hear those, do you?
Apologies are a fruitless, meaningless attempt, of course.
Because you can be upset and want to ignore it;
but fuck if anyone else can. 
Fuck if anyone else can feel bitterness and confusion
without being a menace to you.

Victimization,
you're lacking that sparkle
your speeches once held;
they're seeing you for the way you really felt.
Your words are leaking out through mouths
into ears you didn't know about.

Your words when our backs are turned
say so much more than your heart ever could.
Watch out for lockjaw;
it's a bitch.