Days like this

It pains my consciousness
knowing that all of the darkness
seen through these bleak, bleary eyes
(as evil piles upon unfairness)
is only a reflection
of my own overgrown shadow.

Sometimes, on days like today
It is far too much to ask
to start from within
and change myself from a
grumbling grouch
to a bright, smiling, thakgodtobealive
shining soul.

Too tired to even try
removing myself from the murk of disgust.
When each flight into beauty and light
seems more fleeting every time
and the shallow, asshole fucktards
that work ever so diligently to flay the joy out of everything
seem to make shorter and better work of it.

So fuck it.

And, for today anyway
Fuck anyone or anything
daring to have the unfortunate audacity
to even begin to show the smallest sliver of anything
slightly resembling cheerfullness
in my presence.