Fuck you!

I didn’t ask for this.

I didn’t ask for this talent.

For this overflow of words

that keep coming and running

and gunning down my mind

and grinding and orgasming and screaming and crying.

I didn’t ask for this.

I didn’t ask to be alone in this world.

I didn’t ask to know

that I have everyone, but have no one who loves me

like I can love them.

I didn’t ask to be restrained

with extreme happiness or extreme depression.

“Everybody is depressed,”

Fuck you!

I’m not happy when I’m sad

But no one is.

No one is asking you for your opinion

like the onion you are as you peel away the false sincerity

that you wear on your face.

That plastic facade on the left side of that building

you were walking into.

We don’t give a fuck what you do.

No one asked you for your opinion.

Just because you’re so tied up in

what we’re doing doesn’t mean you matter.

Happy family, food platter, me love you long time

Cause I’m Asian. I’m a cancer with a cancer

that’s feeding on my heart.

Love.