YouBringOutTheCynicalAssholeInMe

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The "What the fuck were you thinking?",

The "Personality doesn't count for shit.". The "You're so retarded."

The "I'd give that around a 3."

The "Why are you going out with THAT!?"

The "They're so ugly, go put their head in a paper bag." in me

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The sneering figure in the shadows, in me.

The suppressed chuckling at the very mention of the

word love at any moment, in me.

The heartless bastard spreading heartbreak slogans,

Kanye West CD's and cynical poetry, in me.

The eyes wide shut clenching of fists.

Possibly...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The disbelief presenting the ignorance and the insults

leading to carelessness about human emotions, in me.

The douche bag who just doesn't care, in me.

The dislike of romantic prose, plays and songs, in me.

The stone cold glare at passers by.

I think...I think that...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The scoffs, coughs and head shakes due to

the rejection of human sentience, in me.

The disregard for kindness mixed with scorn, in me.

The desensitization of infatuation in me.

The skepticism of emotional warmth.

Maybe...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The questions and the denial of every answer because I

hold contempt for every other living being, in me.

The misanthropic analyzer of every possible outcome

of even the smallest relationship, in me.

The suspicion of the human ability to love.

It might be you...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The suffering from disastrous attempts

then retreating to the safety within myself, in me.

The fear in the opposite sex and as

a result distancing myself even further away, in me.

The disregard and the lack of emotion.

I think maybe, just maybe...

You bring out the cynical asshole in me.

The disbelief of the concept of true love like the kinds

you always see in every Disney movies, in me.

The fear of taking risks and simply playing it safe, in me.

The steady diver in the highest diving board, in me.

The mocking of sensuality...

But even if that all changes...you cannot change me back.

Even if you were Superman and I was Lois Lane...

I'm trapped in a kryptonite cage under depths of kryptonite water.

You cannot save me.

But if another were to rescue me from the abyss.

I could not thank them. I am broken.

I am the pieces of debris scattered all over the pavement.

The result of an accident that has been seventeen years in the making.

Just to be glued back together in a macabre likeness of sensitivity.

I am indifferent.

And all YOU do...is bring out the cynical asshole in me.