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The Trog With The Yellow Suitcase
Hyper critical,
just some guy lugging around his stuff
and I call him names.
Judgmental, to the point where I stop enjoying life
and criticize others for living theirs.
making super negative observations all day long
thinking them never speaking them still makes me an asshole.
Holy shit!
if I think this about them, what do they think of me!?
I'm definitely the capricious paranoid ass walking home alone
with my sunglasses on, hoping to avoid the stare and thoughts
of someone like me.
just some guy lugging around his stuff
and I call him names.
Judgmental, to the point where I stop enjoying life
and criticize others for living theirs.
making super negative observations all day long
thinking them never speaking them still makes me an asshole.
Holy shit!
if I think this about them, what do they think of me!?
I'm definitely the capricious paranoid ass walking home alone
with my sunglasses on, hoping to avoid the stare and thoughts
of someone like me.
Published 16th Mar 2014
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16th Mar 2014 2:14am
16th Mar 2014 2:20am
:) hilarious I should do doughnuts on peoples lawns while blasting this :) so me! thanks
16th Mar 2014 8:20am
Anonymous
17th Mar 2014 8:59pm
Yes, Nikki, this is a recognizable piece.
How sometimes something very ordinary but small can seem to be enlarged. The hyperactive feel is very well expressed!
How sometimes something very ordinary but small can seem to be enlarged. The hyperactive feel is very well expressed!
Anonymous
18th Mar 2014 8:49pm
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24th Mar 2014 1:18am
Everyone wonders, you wonder out loud!
Which is why your work refreshes me every week. Makes me feel more normal.
Awesome write, Nikki!
Which is why your work refreshes me every week. Makes me feel more normal.
Awesome write, Nikki!
Omg im so fuckin happy i stopped by this morning,i get so deppressed when after realizing what a shithead im being when im doing the very thing youre speaking of in this,i really thought i was the only person in the world who mentally beat themselves for displaying even the smallest bit of hypocrisy if even only to myself,i can honestly say i am not an avid poetry reader,maybe it's vanity but i usually only dig my own,but yours so intraspective,and seemingly familiar that it's like forgotten favorite book ,or tasting a food i liked but had forgotten until set in front of me again. i really feel lacking of the words to give proper praise,but i hope you feel somewhat acknowledged.
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