Black Hole
i feel like i'm swirling
in a black hole
from which i can't escape.
all these posers around me
whine about their pathetic perfect lives.
about all the guys in love with them,
and about one extra pound,
or a bad hairday.
i wish i could whine about
my parents hating me,
or my lack of having someone to love and talk to,
or maybe how much i hate myself.
but of course
their huge problems come first.
although
while they could break someone's heart
and go on a treadmill,
or wake up with beautiful hair,
i'm still here
looking for a painless way out.
unless it gets too painful.
in that case,
what's a little more pain?