Full of It

You look at me and tell me that I am full of it,

Full of energy that I employ to hurt every-other-one,

I listen to you because it’s you speaking and I can’t turn away,

But I know that you don’t understand what I am really full of,

That I am full with overflowing amounts of spite and bile.

My smile was my attempt to embed myself,

A veil, a fraud, to convince you that I belonged,

With you and your people I hoped to find my place,

Took measures to keep and ensure myself a house,

Even though it was never a real home for me I think.

Still I believe it was worth it,

Steps that I took by lying and hiding from you,

Trying to dilute that large amount of toxic acid in me,

Because I didn’t want to contaminate you and your people,

With my deathly negativity and cynicism.