Attitude?
Change my attitude?
Change my view?
Change my knee-over-toe broken leg?
Change my tone?
Change my state?
I'm tired of holding in my anger in front of the likes of you. You, who's smile is as artificial as the flavor in my food. Alas, the food has more flavor than the outfits you wear everyday. You, who's miserable life you blame on God, if there even is one. If there was, he wouldn't have brought you to this world to threaten our lives with your ignorance and utter stupidity.
This bubble you are surrounded by will one day pop, and in that same day shall you be slapped with epiphany of your past deeds. You will regret everything you did.
So, tell me again. You want me to change my attitude? Once I hover a brass thumbtack over your reflective bubble, and once it pops, will I still need to change my attitude?
©ms.lazarus
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