Rants of a Scapegoat

(I'm sorry for what I said)

No, I'm not

but hey,

someone has to be the villain here,

right?

yes i was wrong,

probably should have stayed quiet

kept my "nobody asked you" words in my mouth

because all i ever spit are poison

and dirt

and other black stuff

on your shiny white plastic

but if your plastic is my witch's bridle

then my words are the belladonna blooms

creeping, toxic, fatal

(take a bite,

and I hit back,

just hard enough)

the bitter truth is the acid rain

and so you open up your umbrellas

but i am suspended

amongst the storm.