This rinse cycle is everlasting.

Dishonesty is the new black, just like fear is everyones stimulus. Since when did it become a fashion statement to wear your emotions on your sleeve? Should I be punished for secluding them under layers and layers of clothing and skin? Sew yours on top in bright provocative colors. Of course your story is always the worst, and your habitual flow is less graceful than the rest. You're useless to your own blood unless you're on your knees under the crack of the whip. You're unwelcome in a home that has too long been an unsatisfactory pied-a-terre. Personal cohorts have long forgotten how alive you are...or dead. Don't act like you care for what we have to say. All you do is bathe in arrogance while waiting for your turn to speak.