b a d  m o o d  a t  
a n  o u t i n g

I am the daughter 
with a bad disposition.
Go ahead and stare at me
and thank the heavens above
that I don't care enough 
to do anything about 
this whole dreary fiasco, 
or about you.

I am severely anti-social today.
Don't call me so that I'd join you
wherever you are sitting, 
however you are playing,
whatever you are eating.
I'd just give you an empty, 
disinterested lizard's stare.

Leave me alone with my book
which I find more interesting
than you could ever be
so that I can lose myself in it
and forget that all of you are here
with your fake smiles
and fake laughter...
Are you really happy, faking it?
I can't comprehend why you do.

At any rate,
at least I know that 
I am sincere in my misery.


read my lips | jan the man