Affliction

I picked up my face

off the floor
and spat out

the most painful (and bloody) thing of which I could think ...

You're a fucking waste of flesh
,you Goddamn piece of trash.

You might be stronger
and happier
than a little piece of shit playing
music he doesn't even like for a living,

but you'll always be a person who doesn't know himself.
who doesn't actually think outside of his perfect sense of what masculinity looks like.

Immediately, I realized

I was so fucking wrong.
Who's the piece of trash, again?

Who spends his life wishing he could still write beautiful music
and care for someone who loves him
and give to those who need it

but continually bastardizes the actualized version of himself
only to be spit out by
the same turbine
churning out Jason Aldean,
and Kenny Fucking Chesney?

As I picked my jaw off the floor,

I wished I was that Affliction-wearing Fuck who broke it.