You Asked...

Tired
I've been up too long.
Sitting here staring at a screen
Looking for meaning
In a meaningless world
Calm
I'm calmly plotting
My next fuckup
My unbelievable belief
That what I know to be true
Has just undergone
A dramatic change
Lies
How can you even
Look me in the face?
When everything you
Ever stood for
Was nothing
But lip service.
Honor
As far as I'm concerned
You lack honor
Your complete lack
Of imagination
Of staying power
Endings
Thank you
For getting out
For running scared
From responsibility
From the truth
Why am I writing all this?
You asked...Or maybe that was me...