Satisfied

in terms of Mondays, today was green

a bit to the left, yet still in between

i glanced at all extremes with an unproductive smirk

mindset being fuck everyone once i arrive at work

my nails are painted for reasons unbeknownst

i awoke in a ditch and left unannounced

all that matters is that i'm satisfied

years of angst meant days of misery

hours of anguish built from minutes of history

self-inflicted pain imagined by a brain gone awry

sad motion pictures where one pays to cry

all in all, enough was enough as I was spent

everything did was done, so it was time to repent

all that matters is that i'm satisfied