Muse

I no like how the days of the weeks are playing me.
I no like how people look and snigger behind my back.
I no like the way you piteously smile at me.
I no like the fact that all my hunches and jumbled up.
I no like how every nitty gritty details is riding up my nerve.
I no like it when I see the hurt faces of the ones I snap at.
I no like the guilt of indulging.
I no like the mess I create.
I no like how the lids itches.
I no like my indiscipline.
And I especially hate the standards I set upon me a long time back and the need for me to conform to it regardless the circumstance.

I hate ranting.