weedy

I haven't felt this way in a really long time. Like a switched off lightbulb ready to pop. Someone has to just activate me, Push the button. pull the lever and watch me plunge.
You know that angry nervous fear kinda feeling. You get it when you have a fight with your friends or someone says something wrong, eventhough it was in the pass and it just surfaces up out of the blue, because of you. Because you're so desperate to find out more... until you do and you wish you would have just shut your mouth and stop asking questions. It's not a nice feeling.
It provokes uneasiness. It's defacating. And all of a sudden I'm getting all miserable and pessimistic, like im reducing in size back to the way I was in year 8 or was in standard 5.
I feel like rubbing my face with a nice hot fuzzy towel and then soaking my feet in a nice hot tub of water, all calm in the evening... but it's 3 o'clock in the morning, and I haven't slept a wink, I'm not even dead tired just slightly peeved and I've got a feeling the feeling's gonna gradually grow out till morning.
Dead weeds sing across a hazy day
It tries to hide under the earth, but
it can't. It can't come back to life,
because once it's dead.
it's dead
I'd let it decompose in the garden by itself.
I'd ignore its bland sight.
But it's such a shame, it shouldn't have died.
Why couldn't it just keep growing.