The Sycophant

You’re in a mood, they say

Laughing at me from the trees

Eyes are squinted all wide

Floating where the sky used to be

When it’s late at night, they say

Just around 9:30

You lay on the ground

And stop being flirty

You’re acting funny, they say

And I know what they mean

Some things are heavy

When you’ve got nowhere to lean

But ideas need to come out

And the ones that don’t

Fit in my mouth

Come out of my eyes, and fall on the ground

Because my dad think in points

In scores and in numbers

And I can’t talk to my mom

Because she thinks I’m dumber

Than the friends that I have

That make fun of thoughts

Things that I waste my time with

The toxic thoughts that caught me

They don’t let go

And I’m drowning in stress

But I choke on the water

Because my friends know me best

But they don’t know why

I get quiet at night

The places I go in my mind

When I’m not feeling alright

You’re in a mood, they say

Looking at where I used to be

Their eyes held shut

By their hate for my thoughts and me.