Three times in one night,
each guy tells me,
"Don’t look so miserable all the time."
Well fuck you, I am miserable.
I’m sad that I’m stuck talking to you,
when the only one of interest,
stands five feet away; disinterested.
"Hey beautiful, don’t frown."
I’m angry because it’s 4 am,
and the five shots of whiskey hasn’t made a bit of difference.
I’m furious because I’m at a dive bar,
in a city thats been suffocating me for five years too long.
I’m anxious because I want to pretend to be happy,
so that you are not.
I’m fucking enraged,
because I’m going to do it all again tonight.