Nameless

Curse this cursor who blinks at me, winks at me -
Wonders what they'll think of me...
So faithless and aimless and painless
without the faintest nationality, mentality;

Identity, a non-entity of issues; misused, tissues
and his shoes were smaller than mine.
But I'm bad, I'm fine. I'm good, I'm fine.
I could be fine. I should be fine,

I would be lying but I'm trying to be a better person
Tired of letting troubles worsen, the curse in
and out - it hurts - I shout! I fall, carrying it all
Cryin', "Stand tall like Ron Paul!", I call...

I call out and there's no answer,
I answer, no-one's there.
Just a dark room with a fucked up cartoon
and a one-eyed evil stare.