Haunting

Why do you haunt me so? Crashing through these walls I’m going, going, gone, and now where am I? Lost I tell you, gone and lost. Forever and a day staying here far from you I don’t care what you say, you’ve changed this you didn’t mean that well, I’m done so fuck you. Fuck not because I’m angry and not because I’m flustered and out of words if you prefer something more civil, then fine, remove your presence from me, escort your pompous, painfuly problematic being from me. I am as placid as you are presumptuous. You pretend to play and pout, presumably its your self-protective ego that grates my mind so, no it’s your whole being that gets me. That’s why I say fuck you. I am sick of explaining myself to such an unintelligent, ignorantly dense, foolish, empty shell of a person. Why put effort into insulting a pretender so vacuous as you? Simply save me the touble of running and leave me alone.