Why do you give a shit?

About the eyes,

the words,

the sharp pain of standing out with an opinion.

You’re worried about getting isolated

yet,

you hide inside yourself

day after day

around the people you claim are your friends

who you’ve spent over 20 years with

and

still

aren’t close enough

to have the decency

to drop your fork on the porcelain plate and honestly say:

“Your pot roast is tastes drier than grandma pussy.”

…Why do you give a shit?