i tried so hard to be good.
i really did. to keep my comments inaudible. to smooth the curl of disdain from my lips and nostrils. i can't really help myself. despite the kind of intentions that de-motivate me to give myself away in small, bloody strips to anyone who asks, and some who don't. (nothing helps). i've tried to put everything in the right place. to find order, accomplishment. accomodate. never to upset the carefully orchestrated atmosphere of those i attend to, but could not help. (this is an ugly thing). happiness could be yours,
absently.
absently.