My Brains Surgical Insane Ramble

SO what exactly am I to you
Another carpet waiting for your god damn shoe?
SO where exactly does this conversation go
When I'm pissed and convinved you've no backbone, its all show?
I'd kick you but is it worth the effort it takes
are you worth the kinetic becoming real as I choose to make!
You're losing sight of what's really important here
I'm the mad scientest and your my patient dear.
I'm silently picking through you inside
with surgical percision not even a scar can you hide.
Are you really ready to take the responsibility
at least they thought suicide when they arrived at the scene.
My poetry doesn't need to make sense
to you or anyone who tries to put in their two cents.
Its actually my mind becoming more real
fantasy in writing "Oh how acidic I feel!"
How long will it take for me to figure myself mad
well that my dear is answered in, already have!